Bathe My Wounds

Stampin' Ground

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    Sick of this shit
    Been as low as I go
    Now the tables will turn
    Now everyone must know
    The hunter's become the hunted
    I will take you down one by one
    No quarter will be given
    Until this judgement is done

    The last time that you stopped to think
    You forgot to start back up again
    Then you wonder why it is
    I view you with so much ridicule
    Well, all the seeds
    Of hate you've sown
    Are about to
    Come crashing home

    I swallowed my pride
    Swallowed my pride once too often
    I held my tongue, and walked away
    I watched you hold your fucking court

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    A new disguise
    A new disguise, the same old lies
    If you think my hatred's unjust
    Just wait and see how much I can give

    Worm crawl away
    Or burn in these flames
    You cannot phase me
    And I drink long and deep your shame
    My very spirit is sick with hate
    The desire for revenge eats me whole
    You come crawling on bended knee
    To taste my tender fury

    I will not stop in this quest
    To destroy all you have and love
    If you think my hate's unjust
    Wait and see how much I can give I sit clipping
    The wings of angels
    As they fall Forever smitten

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    Composition: Stampin' Ground and Ian Glasper

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