KVLD BLVVD KULT
SEARCHING FOR A VICTIM, NEED SOME FRESH BLOOD, TURN OFF ALL THE FEELINGS, COVERING MY HEAD WITH A HOOD, I TIE YOUR BODY WITH ROPES, GOD DOESN'T HEAR YOUR SCREAMS, ALL YOUR HOPES ARE FALSE, DO NOT JERK YOUR LIMBS, DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! SO THE CEREMONY BEGAN, One soul is sacrificed, the rest are blessed, FEELS LIKE I'M DOING IT AGAIN, After death, there'll be no lies, a paltry price for peace, Isn't it? Spilling some blood from your throat's a precaution Speak for yourself 'fore criticizing my actions, When death looks into your eyes, only then do you start talking 'bout justice, YOU'RE DROWNING IN YOUR OWN LIES HUH? DOUBLE STANDARDS?... I'll make a knife blade FROM THE BONES OF YOUR SPINE, I haven't slept in days I'M NOT SURE IF I'M FINE, I'll burn your corpse in fire, AND LEAVE IT AS A CASE, I wear a mask I'm not a liar, I'VE A KIND FACE, YOU'RE A VICTIM WE'RE A CULT, OUR BLOOD'S LIKE FROST, IT'S COLD, WE HAVE NO COMPASSION, ARCHANGEL IS YOUR ONLY SAVIOR, YOU'RE A VICTIM WE'RE A CULT, OUR BLOOD'S LIKE FROST, IT'S COLD, WE HAVE NO COMPASSION, ARCHANGEL IS YOUR ONLY SAVIOR
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