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Your Last Breath

Boris The Blade

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

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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