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Ironhand
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The Skinner (Swing mix)
My hands guide his razor My words tell the tale Your screams are for nothing His will is the law
He seemed like a good boy, until we saw his hands His world was a clean one, until he breathed of smoke
My hands guide his razor My words tell the tale Your screams are for nothing His will is the law
It says in the papers they call me the skinner And I've got the tools to make you all thinner Straight ones shine, serrated ones glimmer And soon you will beg to embrace the sinner It says in the papers they call me the skinner And I've got the tools to make you all thinner Straight ones shine, serrated ones glimmer And soon you will beg to embrace the sinner
His faith was a strong one, until he came of age His world was a traitor, until he found his way
His art scares the weaklings Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com His words scathe their souls His breath is of ashes His words are of smoke
It says in the papers they call me the skinner And I've got the tools to make you all thinner Straight ones shine, serrated ones glimmer And soon you will beg to embrace the sinner It says in the papers they call me the skinner And I've got the tools to make you all thinner Straight ones shine, serrated ones glimmer And soon you will beg to embrace the sinner
His prey cries in horror His lips crack a smile His paint coagulates Your skins, canvases
It says in the papers they call me the skinner
His art scares the weaklings His words scathe their souls His breath is of ashes His words are of smoke
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