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Burn Your Local Butcher

de To The Grave

Firestorm through your front door
Firestorm through the front doors of the factory

The guillotine drops
Eyes up, you're forced to watch

Eight inch steel and an easy target
Trap them inside their future caskets
Gasoline and a factory reset
All threats are weak threats, you'll learn
No more words just burn

No more words just burn
Move

So
Burn the house down
With everyone inside it
All your bullshit finally silenced
Vegan day of violence
There's no more time to think
Just kill your wife then your kids
Who gives a fuck what you think

Firestorm through your front doors
Torch your murder facility

Bloodhounds united
Dead cells ignite as the roof caves in
On inhabitants

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