Fear Before The March of Flames My ( Fucking) Deer Hunter (by Ben Laden)
(When we start we lack a ruler s knowledge When we grow we gain the tools to conquer I ll kill the king just for a taste of copper Where did the fins go What are these limbs for If we leave we don t return I ll have his wife just to display my power I ll drink his wine and spit it right back out Somewhere I grew legs) There s a wall out past the shallow waters Where there s God and all his faithful followers They remained endured the taste of salt There s a beast who swallowed up his soldiers
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