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LYRIC QUIZ

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Scars on her face, filth in her hair, polution in her eyes, we kill the creature she creates then we wonder why she cries.


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“They came from everywhere, growling just like bears. Waiting for the go, they're ready to rock 'n roll. Like a hungry breed, feeding time's a need. Tonight they will be fed, Heaven for every head.”
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