Soul, full of hate Fists, made to annihilate And so, my anger breeds my insanity Sickened, by everything that surrounds me
Eradicating their existance, I accomplish death and inner peace No thoughts of mercy, they flee when they dare face me
Corruption, in my vein I judge and I deliver pain
They cry, when their eyes foresee that they die And my, thirst needs to be quenched till no one's alive
Denied feeling any emotion since my early years I yearn for every last one of them to die, suffer
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