Downfall
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Downfall
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Every pig hung in the streets
Fucking paradise
With their bellies slit
With enough guts to hang their leaders with the struggle is all I have
Master vs. Slave
Ride for revenge
I ride for revenge
Look at what they’ve fucking done to us greetings from the fucking slums
I ride for revenge
A black mask
And a dead fucking pig
I ride for revenge
Pigs dead pigs
Cowards
My own fucking no knock
Driving over steel gates
Kicking over ivory doors
Drag them out by their hair
Beat them in the streets
Rape the house without windows on its bars covered in pig blood and gasoline
Screaming into dead eyes
Finally prove your worth
Like all those before
Rising out of ruin
Struggle on
In a world burning to hell
This suffering is for you
Your world is burning
No knock
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Primitive Man performs "Downfall", and this lyric page sits inside the Primitive Man catalog on LyroVerse.
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