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. All the fuckers I see in the hall

I remember there faces before I began to fall

All the pain the caused me in the past

They better hope they can run FAST!



I’m out for blood and guts with my sword

They only manage to get out a word

"Mercy!" and slice, they become everywhere

And yet, they are nowhere they are gone



No one misses them, no one cares for them

They are gone, but I live on without them

Without their disgusting faces looking at me

Just be glad I am not after thee



With the lick of my blade I strike down their evil shells

Sending them to their hells

Being the kid beaten up

Being the kid bleeding on the ground



For seeing them go through this

There is no price I wouldn’t pay for this

Damnation, Limbo, and Hell

Hey, I need a vacation anyway...