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Fear, hate, anger, murder and illness Starve in the fashion March in the action Charge for the passion Carve every last one Hope in the morning Cope with the mourning Soap for the pouring Rope for the scoring, make them (Dead) Walk forward with eyes closed, don't them say they believers? (Dead) Ain't they brought they bibles? Do they dare deceive? (Make them) (Dead) Step up to the cliff so they can count the blessed (Dead) Only the wicked men fall to they death, so (Make them) Eye for an eye is no eye here Blind eye defy with no idea Time fine feline and bitch try deal But they can't not remind of why time feels Not in they favor, so they tongues Wag too much and them love they guns Letras de cancionesGod, them say savior so make fun When them end comes out of the thing they fund Run, run, ruler and run, run, thief Run, run, run under some belief Who's your god? Why did he bequeath Hate when what you sow you shall reap? Reaper the name and ripper too Come from tradition just like you Found fathers found in same-same crew So no need, no judge, know just what to do (Dead) Walk forward with eyes closed, don't them say they believers? (Dead) Ain't they brought they bibles? Do they dare deceive? (Make them) (Dead) Step up to the cliff so they can count the blessed (Dead) Only the wicked men fall to they death, so (Make them) Free in the future Seethe in a stupor Grieve for the chooser Leave with a suture Hands for the contrite Bans for the gun rights Scan, can they run right? Stand in the sunlight, make them (Dead) Walk forward with eyes closed, don't them say they believers? (Dead) Ain't they brought they bibles? Do they dare deceive? (Make them) (Dead) Step up to the cliff so they can count the blessed (Dead) Only the wicked men fall to they death From Letras Mania