Again, and again
you return bringing along the same exacerbation
hei, Zacchaeus
what do ya want from us?
we have our payment demanded
grow'st grow'st grow'st grow'st
the wound grow'st we have no tourniquet
the more u abuse the stronger we get
it's not bone and blood we could forget
now it's the eclipse we must rise!
release my hatred out of me
I want to show you what it means
release my hatred out of me
we are saint there is no salvation
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