| You, the epicenter of my contempt
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| I, the emperor of sweet revenge
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| Stripped of all sovereignty, left in the ditch
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| Devoid of a soul, evil with eyes of pitch
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| Opportunistic, parasitic bottom feeder
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| A plastic imitation of confidence, optimism, and competence
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| The unknowing host now falls prey to your sociopathy
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| Your predatory bullshit and your disgusting parasitoidism
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| It’s dark upstairs
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| In your eyes, there’s nothing there
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| Vacuous and hollow
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| Like the relationships you hold
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| An execration of your being
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| A detestation of your entirety
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| Antagonistic waste of time
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| A lesion on the soul and mind
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| Self-cannibalistic and sadistic yet self-eulogistic
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| Can you hear the end coming?
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| The hunted now does the hunting
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| Do you know you are worth nothing?
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| Simply worth nothing to me
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| Your blood, it flows with failure
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| Can’t help it, it’s in your nature
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| Do you know you’re the enemy?
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| And enemies we delete
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| Can you hear the end coming?
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| The hunted now does the hunting
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| And now we bring home the meat
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| There’s only one way that this could ever end
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| Sooner or later to me you would be dead
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| Narcissistic, self-flatulent inhaler
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| A laughable charade of confidence, optimism, and opulence
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| The unknowing host now falls prey to your sociopathy
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| Your predatory bullshit and your disgusting parasitoidism
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| Psychrolutes Marcidus
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| Faecibus Hominum
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| Cymothoa Exiguas
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| Faecibus Hominum
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| Can you hear the end coming?
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| The hunted now does the hunting
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| Do you know you are worth nothing?
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| Simply worth nothing to me
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| Your blood, it flows with failure
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| Can’t help it, it’s in your nature
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| Do you know you’re the enemy?
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| And enemies we delete
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| The hunted now does the hunting
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| The hunted now does the hunting
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| The hunted now does the hunting
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| And now we bring home the meat |