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Still life plagues my Highway
What I thought was glory
Is all smoke, colourless glamour
Same bland fake bacon lust
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All I have is slashed flesh
The chess board set is my Highway
I find glory in the battles
Destruction my pawn, Knight my mayhem
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Whatever flesh exposed is bleeding
Through a bloody Jester smirk of chaos
I cry out my war cries
For now my lust is the wars within