[Music: Yattering, Lyrics: Brezniew]
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Lust for a murder
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Like a sexual perversity
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Written down in genes
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For generations
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Provokes you to strange, sick acts
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You don't understand
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You look from afar and
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You don't know then...
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Strong stream
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Will snatch you with it
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Did you become someone when you brought a gun???
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Did you leave your trace on biographies???
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Feeding on pain and suffer
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There are different ways,
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But only one end
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Bullets tear bodies off to shreds
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Panic in the sea of blood
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Panic In A Sea Of Blood
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Yattering |