kill for gain or shoot to maim but we don't need a reason the golden goose is on the loose and never out of season blackened pride still burns inside this shell of bloody treason here's my gun for a barrel of fun for the love of living death the killer's breed or the demon's seed the glamour, the fortune, the pain go to war again, blood is freedom's stain don't you pray for my soul anymore 2 seconds to midnight the hands that threaten doom
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