Your Last Breath

Boris The Blade

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    I’m feeling sick from the thought of you all
    Expected to walk when you can’t even crawl
    Spoon feed lies at your first breath
    Count down the days till a beautiful death

    The spoil filth that roam these streets
    It begins to make me sick
    Now I have realized what I have to do
    Eradicate the all and send them to awaiting tombs

    Embrace me with open arms
    It’s not too late to redeem you
    Is it you’re fault that you’re a waste of space?
    Or is it just this fucked up world that consumes you?

    I don’t bring pity for those who are leeches of the sun
    I won’t forget those you claim they are redeeming
    I won’t forget those until I have taken every one

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    Can you hear all the lies? That surrounds you?
    Can you speak the truth that’s not found in you?

    I’m feeling sick from the thought of you all
    Expected to walk when you can’t even crawl
    Spoon feed lies at your first breath
    Count down the days until a beautiful death

    (This rotting inside I feel it consuming
    This hatred inside I feel it consuming)

    Leeches of the sun

    I dream of tidal waves consuming this world
    Picking off you fucking fleas that unfurl
    So if it doesn’t happen I am here to serve

    Eradication of all that have turned

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