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Girl, why you fuckin' with a conniving man
When the sky's bloody red and all ya see is the dead
If a man or a woman dies, not on a god's time
But on a man's sin all error must be forgiven (yuh)
Murder is work like Kurt Cobain's dirt
God is shotty I pump then clean after every scene, yeah
Master at the profession, call me James hurt
And I'm the new age Manson, want assertion on a stranger's earth
(He's dead)
Risen by the devil, raised by wolves
The thought of heaven, without the fuckin' rules
Seven deadly sins all died as a tragedy in time
I'm alone with and out mine (yeah)
I took a shot of whiskey, then dipped to the nearest cul-de-sac
Creaky doors and rats all appeared whispering all of that
Tore my fuckin' heart out, I sacrificed this bloody track
Went to call a preacher to exercise, I'm tired now
F*ck a hostage, I'm shootin' myself, hold up
For' I load of the bullets kill the priest from shock in the confession room
I can't control myself, I'm really losin' it now
The blood shit is drippin' red
(Don't make a sound)
Take your soul, cause I'm the bandit
Personalities, personal canopies of bodies lay upon the trees
I feel the pain of millions while I say-
Take from me what ya can
Cause a wise man once said
'Let the king speak'
Candyman, Candyman, one, two, three
Who's that at your door? (Hello)
Candyman, Candyman, one, two, three
(yeah you're dead for sure)
Activities, reflectors look to me
I question your intelligence as a being
You speakin' up to a psycho mind
Girl, why you fuckin' with a conniving man
When the sky's bloody red and all ya see is the dead
If a man or a woman dies, not on a god's time
But on a man's sin all error must be forgiven (yuh)
Murder is work like Kurt Cobain's dirt
God is shotty I pump then clean after every scene, yeah
Master at the profession, call me James hurt
And I'm the new age Manson, want assertion on a stranger's earth
Risen by the devil, raised by wolves
The thought of heaven, without the fuckin' rules
Seven deadly sins all died as a tragedy in time
I'm alone with and out mine (yeah)
It's like I'm wasting my breath up in the coffin (yea)
It's like I left at out all the rest to acknowledge (yea)
All these motherfuckers saying that I'm not in (yea)
You the same damn player telling them I shot him
I'm "number four" that "number one" from 'am no more' was on about
I flipped the switch, he pulled the plug
I killed that bitch who took my fun
I stole my gateway back to hell
And ate the heart Abu al-Hol
Took the prophesy and what he stole from me and never
Forgot about my fucked up past I took the light forever
Killed the gate keepers, the crows all whisper 'dead man'
Music keeps me grounded In a coffin ya hear me knocking
Fear me like you fear your deathbed cause I'm inevitable
F*ck your manners, fuckin' can it
Take your soul, cause I'm the bandit
Personalities, personal canopies of bodies lay upon the trees
I feel the pain of millions while I say-
Take from me what ya can
Cause a wise man once said
'Let the king speak'

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