Paroles de Hand that feeds
Trash Talk
Struck down like dogs. you live on hand and knee and wait for nothing.
A tangled mass of flesh and teeth, bite back the hand that feeds.
The song remains the same: stillborn unto their pain.
Submission stretched from head to toe across your lifeless frame.
Kill or be killed.
Sin or be blessed.
Bite of the hand.
Taste of the flesh
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Awake
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Birth plague die
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Blind evolution
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Paroles de Burn alive
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Dig
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Explode
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Eyes & nines
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Paroles de Flesh and blood
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Hash wednesday
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I block
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I do
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Paroles de Immaculate infection
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On a fix
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Rabbit holes
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Revelation
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Paroles de Shame
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Slander
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Still waiting for the sun
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The great escape
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Paroles de Trudge
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Vultures
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