Dying culture don't abuse me you'll need me soon Fighting for you I'll tear up you bodies taste the sweet smell of blood Slow death I cause and nightmares I bring Dying culture no more money counts only a fear of senseless praying Dying culture your blood's on my hands Dying culture was there an ending what was on your mind Your own breed collapsed suffered from cancer Taste the sweet smell of plague Dying culture it's the last time i squire the poison of truth into your swelled body Dying culture your blood's on my hands No one will stop me the blossom of death so feel my cape covering mankind Dying culture your blood's on my hands Fuck you dying culture Your blood's on my hands
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