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Black-laden print, an ugly headline
Then the crowd wants to see a corpse
A little bird whispered softly
Then your life was totally doomed
See The river criticism is stifled, truth is secondary
That's how it works
So what's your swan song beginning
Because the sheep love doom
They want to see more of what you've done
All vultures flock fast
Nothing tickles like inquisition
Maintain your nation
Branded
Stung by glow
Burn mark
Until your death
Burn mark ?????
Burn mark ÃÂ˄ r you the name that you were given
See silent empty eyes that guide your steps
And curved fat lips that accuse
you as weak and cowardly.
Hear the sheep braying in unison about how evil you are
Now they can all rejoice in the shame you forever bear
The backward ranks lack insight lack sense
But likes to keep the hooves on the shaft of the hot skewer
That burns deep in the skin before the rest
is burned at the stake
And the beam …..
The witch trials thrive, they still survive
And …
Burn mark
Stung by glow d
Brännmarkt
Until your death
Brännmarkt ?????
Brännmarkt is you the name r you the name that you got