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PAINT IT BLACK
I hate the way you live, taking more than you give. Cannibal, we're gonna pay the price for your appetites. Your body's a cemetery, and you'll drown in your own waste. We're getting sick of the taste. You're dead inside; I can smell it on your breath. You're dead inside; you'll take until there's nothing left. There's nowhere to hide...
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