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The Black Moon (Yare'ach Shachor)

de Spite

It's kill or be fucking killed, yeah
Give it up
Yeah

Ah, exhausted from pathetic fucking try-hards
Disgracing the hustle (hustle)
A bunch of narcissistic look-at-me's
False claiming the rulers throne

Do you have a single thing to offer that's not a trend
Or that has not been done before?

Another complaint
Over saturating my home
You had made yourself a sheep

Yeah, these fuckers always want to be a victim
So come on, let's put their blood on the table
I would rather lead the pack of fuckin' wolves
Weed out the weak, let them make our bellies full

It's kill or be fuckin' killed
No room to inhale
Leave nothing for you scavenger fucks
I am not flattered
I am honestly fucking insulted
So fuck off

I am king of this jungle and I sentence you to death
I am leader of this pack and we are hunting
We are aiming for your fuckin' neck

Carefully crafted social personas
Do you even know who the fuck you are?
Another no one trying to get a play at my game
Fuck out of my face, you're entitled to nothing

People pleasers
Ass kissers
And fucking leeches
Are not welcome in this cult, are not
We are all-seeing, soul-eating
Fear-nothing beings
Walk with me
This is the outsider's rise
Let the weak ones all die

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