Servants Leb-los The dynasty of our disease Kingdom come, has reached me The liberty (?) Can't find enough Life on Earth Leb-los Servants So sick of love So full of hate The kind of fear And feel you hate Leb-los Run, run You love your lies and the sweetest disguise But you hate your feel when you're locked up in here Say it I love my lies Run, run I love my lies Run, run
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