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Status: Single
City: Middlesbrough
State: Northeast
Country: UK
Signup Date: 6/8/2006
Wednesday, June 24, 2009 

Current mood:  accomplished
Category: Music
N.S.S. (No Standing Still)

No regard for human life, your pride must've grown.
Betrayed as your 'empire' get's overthrown.
Bullshit falls from your mouth whenever you're in town.
Nothing but a kiss-arse, Your ship's going down.
Organised your devil claws, now they're in full swing.
You're a fucking know-it-all, baptised in your own sin.
Thrown about your knowledge, at a bloody cost.
Fucked yourself this time, Social holocaust.

It crept in like a virus, the power was too strong.
Now they see what you really are, a cheating, lying, mong.
Sort things out, before i kick back
One on one, wait for my attack.
Should've cut the cord, before it all began.
I win, you lose. My 5 year plan.
Have you ever wondered what went wrong?
Your life's an anti-climax, it's gone on too long.

Keep your fucking mouth shut, the shit stops here.
Blood on your 'sneakers', it's all becoming clear.
Has your brain given up? Why do you need spproval.
This town would be a better place after your removal.
You're the scum of the earth, the shit on my shoe.
When you're gone, that's when i'm through.
I'll be the one, to cast the first stone.
Watch as your life gets brought down.

The witches hammer.

A burning nun to defile the cross, Sorry God, You're at a loss.
Pagans took them by the hand, Their blood you spilled on holy land.
Witches just like me and you, Only of pure blood, that much is true.
A burden placed upon their head, Punishment results in death.
Screaming, you will hear the call, The witches hammer is due to fall.
Set off to burn, not at the stake, Out in the heat to rott and bake.

My hammer unto this earth,
The pain of giving birth.
Evil shall provail,
Crimson rivers they entail.

Bodies just become a shell, Burning as they're dragged to hell.
Others raped by catholic men, never to be seen again.
To die inside a hollow tomb, crimes to bare the holy womb.
Women, they should all be killed, Templar word, to all be grilled.
The scene we can all admire, blood boiling in a fire.
For a sin they can't help at all, The witches hammer is due to fall.

You can burn me, you can drown me, you can rape me.







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Suicidal Tendencies
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