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Its Not About Sex Gary Lyrics & Chords By The Red Chord

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This is violence in its purest form, What it is truly made for, Love and hatred flow through my throat, With this microphone in my hand. We are the voice for the voiceless...read more

I see the river of lies you hide under that stone cold surface proudly, shrouding yourself Your malicious intent was masked with a pleasant smile, vicious beauty and an aura to...read more

Xenophobe visionary, Spare me from your missionary speech. Nothing but hate for your kind. Your life spent on converting the flock. Why should I have tolerance When this word...read more

I feel the ground before my feet, it's wretched dirt The wind encased with every dying breath of blood thirstI I've touched the hand of god and crushed in his fucking teeth ...read more

A story without a name. A desert journey that we became. Another test of our power overcoming on a black day. Appalling how they're running for the honor like a campaign. To be...read more

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