Weakling Mind
Verse 1:
Flying far away from the life,
I would like to hear your cry
Of hate and misery,
Full of pain. Insanity
Had grasped your fevered mind
Made you execrate your life.
Your life of feeble dweeb
Able just to disagree.
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Chorus:
Your life is fucking naught,
You die - you're just a thought.
Fetid slush flows your veins
Slay your foe, or be slain.
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Interlude:
Burning church of gracious weakness
Will alleviate your sickness,
Feel your own eternal gloom
This is a time to give a dare to doom.
This is a time to give a dare to...
Kill, slay, burn, cut, murder, slaughter,
Be yourself, do what you want to do.
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Verse 2:
Being a slave is the essence of the weak
Be a slave, but I am sick
Of weak and feeble dweebs
Able just to disagree.
Your foe has drawn a knife
It's the close of your life
Your life of feeble dweeb
Able just to disagree.
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Chorus
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