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I do not want him to spare me because of some fucking peace pact I want him to acknowledge, that his anger is unfucking justified I want him to acknowledge, that he who fights by the sword, he fucking dies by it And what fucking line am I supposed to have crossed? You fucking stand there You judging me, stand there and talk to me about crossing some fucking line? Sent them straight to fucking hell I do not want him to spare me because of some fucking peace pact I want him to acknowledge, that his anger is unfucking justified I want him to acknowledge, that he who fights by the sword, he fucking dies by it And what fucking line am I supposed to have crossed? How many fathers, right, how many sons, yeah Have you cut, killed, murdered, fucking butchered Innocent and guilty and sent them straight to fucking hell, ain't ya? You fucking stand there You judging me, stand there And talk to me about crossing some fucking line? Sent them straight to fucking hell Crossing some fucking line?
Writer(s): Bezemer Laurens, Arthur Verhoeven Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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