my mind's Incapable
my helmet's bloody holed
With the souls corrigible
Though my father's fanatisied
With the premises zeroed
And the night will be liberate
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed
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