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Hell Hole

To The Grave
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[00:12.49] The things I've seen

[00:14.13] You’d be sick to your stomach

[00:16.39] Desensitized to the things,

[00:18.03] that used to disgust me

[00:19.79] Try to right a wrong and you're an enemy to the public

[00:22.93] Fvck staying complacent, there needs to be some justice

[00:26.04] Sometimes I want to blank my face

[00:27.68] and load that clip, go and cut the gates

[00:29.29] boot down the doors, tune out the screams

[00:30.78] put em on their knees, click back like: (Drop Drop)

[00:32.42] Drop the weapons or you'll get it, All this violence

[00:35.07] time to end it, Wipe this shit stain off the map

[00:37.22] Calm down? Fvck that

[00:39.11] No rescues will happen today

[00:42.11] There is no help on the way

[00:45.51] Under the crushing foot of mankind

[00:48.65] No one gets out alive

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[00:54.07] They drop like flies

[00:57.21] We have their names and we know where they fucking hide

[01:00.57] This is ecocide

[01:03.57] What's done in the dark will be brought into the light

[01:06.57] Destination: Hellhole

[01:09.81] Population: All

[01:13.06] Undesirables: Dead on arrival

[01:18.87] All was well, life was immaculate and uncorrupted

[01:22.02] Until mankind rode in on a pale- horse named death

[01:25.43] Cut out their deafening heartbeats

[01:28.42] And we're just getting started, trust me

[01:31.58] Hidden far away from the prying eyes of the populace

[01:34.90] Concealed beyond the treelines,

[01:36.54] true horror exists

[01:38.19] Time and time again, investigations go unnoticed

[01:41.10] Uncovering things, that could make your skin crawl

[01:44.50] The death toll is measured in tonnes tonight, it's all online

[01:47.66] Welcome to the hellhole,

[01:48.74] trespassers will be shot on sight

[01:51.02] As the sun goes down, the bodycount will rise piled to the skies

[01:54.32] All who enter here must die

[01:57.23] (Worse than anything I could write)

[01:59.12] Pricetag,

[02:00.11] Toe-tag

[02:01.27] Bring your own coffins or join the mass burial

[02:05.02] Bodybags, supplied to meet demand

[02:07.93] Scavangers, picking at the scraps of life

[02:11.58] Fucking savages

[02:12.98] Errrgghhh-aghh

[02:15.72] ..

[02:25.12] I'd hate your guts if you fucking had any