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Fresh wounds, flesh wounds
New blood, young blood
Old scars, white walls
Kneecapping fuckers
Lying in the darkness, waiting in the shadows
Born of hell and fire, kill for my desire
All my killing actions
My sick mind saying violence
Leaves your chances blown
Imprint, an imprint of my will
Do you feel insane? I fucking feel the same
Signs of a struggle left within
The walls cave in
That's right mother fucker, you're the next in line
All your chances blown now, you've had your time
Oi mother fucker, you're the next in line
All your chances blown now, you've had your time.

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