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I believe in the thrill of the hunt
My venes're infected by the smell of my gun
To sweat to swallow to kill to strike
Is my therapy to protect my rights
I'll be with you don't have a choice
I watch you sleeping hear your voice
Your raging against my mind
But I'm the knot in your lifeline
This is not a lovesong
Call me facist spoil my ground
I'm the first and last to be around
I kiss your lips for twenty pounds
And when You explode I will be the sound
I'm the acid air you've gotta breathe
I kill your family as soon as you leave
I'm the dirty floor on which you sleep
And my sense of purity is endless deep
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