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Darkness is what we feel

Through your every hack

Curse is your appeal

From the hand of death

Your twisted minds continue burning eyes

Rotting brains til' it leaks from face

As you turn each against

We fight for peace

It's depicted, your image

It's full of lies

Feed them your filth

As you sip on wine

Sell it by the pound

Signed and shipped away

You're the one

You are the Static butcher

Static butcher

Perfect angle, perfect speed

One by one

Now they bleed