Trivium – Pull Harder on the Strings of Your Martyr
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The face and the lips tremble as it rips Your breath quickening as heat rushes in
Pull harder strings martyr Stop you cry thats a lie Flush gasping white reddening You smile and destroy it- its time that we end this
Its our curse that makes this world so hopeless Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings
Clawing the skin each kill your weakness Annihilation your masturbation- tyrant, Ill burn you down
My hands grip your throat I need your end Burned, staked, ripped apart- I avenge For every life you have taken I am here to repay You ask me oh God why Cause Im God thats fucking why
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