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He thought that he could get away
With this
Quite wrong, time will turn the tide
Feeble piece of shit oblivious
After a sufficient lapse of time
Psychotic build up... fantasize, Wheels are in motion... Demoralize
My vengeance his pain
Voices inside instruct the disdain
Burn him... beyond, burn him... beyond recognition
He never imagined it would end this way
Tortured, twisted and scorched in flames
What did he do to deserve this?
Cross me, I become subversive
Crawling on all fours, trying to escape
Now he's drenched in gasoline, I ignite the flames |
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