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By Grip Inc., Branded, forced into exile
Cinical routine, family union dissolved
Accused, abandonment, dead
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By Grip Inc., Scored primed and packed geared upRules are none move with
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By Grip Inc., Seal your fate, seal your fate
Seal your fate, seal your
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By Grip Inc., THEME SONG
Bug Juice, it doesn't come in a jar.
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By Grip Inc., Lungs breathing foulnessAnal intellect fills roomsCigar smoke and the stench
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By Grip Inc., Vulgar, parasite Endless quest for gain Obsession turns to disease
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By Grip Inc., The silence grows loudEchoing through the hallsAbandoned by our protectorsNo
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By Grip Inc., being used, but never forgivenbeing pushed out, then pulledright back
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By Grip Inc., born to the plague of foolsintent on breaking all the
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By Grip Inc., Welcome to my house of sadness
Welcome to my house of
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By Grip Inc., Pushed into theMounth of the AbyssA world that owes nothingTrapped
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By Grip Inc., Driven to tears while being sucked dryBeaten down, exploited, left
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By Grip Inc., Born in a city, no more than a wasteland
Flash point,
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By Grip Inc., What you waiting for
Enemy at my door, what are you
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By Grip Inc., Internet fraud information downloadCurrent techno scams electronic theftHardware software available
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By Grip Inc., Cashing in exploit the misfortuneOf some poor bastard that eats
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By Grip Inc., Guilty of innocence, guilty of innocence Born to the plague
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By Grip Inc., Cruel gruesome images in the lost world Massacre of the
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By Grip Inc., Treachery with a smile, etched upon its face A face
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By Grip Inc., Tears like dirty water stainCrass is a union a struggle
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By Grip Inc., pain no one seespulsing through my veinscrawls beneath my skinburns
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By Grip Inc., ReleaseThirty years of nothingMacabre chilling sceneHeinous is the rescue of
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By Grip Inc., WasteLife life insideAnguish true wounds open rawSounds sliding steelSermons known
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By Grip Inc., The man with no insides, the man with no insides
The
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By Grip Inc., so swift, so silent, anonymousuncontrolled of vile fantasypredator, stalking his
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By Grip Inc., Sucked into vortex on a full moon nightAir tasted sweet
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By Grip Inc., Legions, upon legions Roam the roads to nowhere Street wise
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By Grip Inc., Does a trusting face, reflect its heartShaking hands, or breaking
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By Grip Inc., Carnage, at the flick of the wristOh! Mortal Spirit, disdain
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By Grip Inc., Severe the senses, dominate, divide
Born from pain
Falling victim to own