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Mount up
Rip torn
Launch beast
Reborn

TORTURE, release the flies.
Your karma is the stench of a thousand whore's thighs.
My wrath has emerged from it's bottomless pit.
Unto a world drowning in shit.
And you are it.

TORTURE, release the flies.
Your dogma's the sheen of a dying man's eyes.
A plague to disrupt the intentions of your breeding.
The maggot awaits with your corpse I'm feeding.
Mount up   Rip torn   Launch beast   Reborn      TORTURE, release the flies.   Your karma is the stench of a thousand whore's thighs.   My wrath has emerged from it's bottomless pit.   Unto a world drowning in shit.   And you are it.      TORTURE, release the flies.   Your dogma's the sheen of a dying man's eyes.   A plague to disrupt the intentions of your breeding.   The maggot awaits with your corpse I'm feeding.