Psycho-Path
Olemus
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As my patience fades, the anger comes
The thorns of your love, pierces my mind
You hear my voice but ist not me
You made me blind, I'll make you see
You tried to turn my head, right now passion is dead
You radiate detestable smell, I just wish you hell
I hate the mother, who gave you birth
I hate your orders, I'll love the loss of your pigblood
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