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The devils eyes and hands.
Who am I?
Who are we?
Nothing but soul less flesh.
Waiting around for our moment of
d e s t r u c t i o n.
It's the same old song and dance.
History repeating itself
v e r b a t i m.
There's no escape.
No hiding from us.
We are the source of evil.
We are the Devil's eyes and hands at work.
Just wait and watch as I transform into the
b e a s t.
Be patient your end will come soon enough.
But first we will
d e s t r o y
you.
How do i know?
Who I am, who we are?
Because that soul less,face less being I mentioned before was once my everything.
Before he was destroyed he was what you would call my
b e s t f r i e n d.
Who are we?
Nothing but soul less flesh.
Waiting around for our moment of
d e s t r u c t i o n.
It's the same old song and dance.
History repeating itself
v e r b a t i m.
There's no escape.
No hiding from us.
We are the source of evil.
We are the Devil's eyes and hands at work.
Just wait and watch as I transform into the
b e a s t.
Be patient your end will come soon enough.
But first we will
d e s t r o y
you.
How do i know?
Who I am, who we are?
Because that soul less,face less being I mentioned before was once my everything.
Before he was destroyed he was what you would call my
b e s t f r i e n d.
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