A SLAVE, A CROW, A FRIEND TO APPEASE THE SOUR VOICE OF AN OLD DISEASE LOSE THE RUIN ROAD TO LIGHT FALLOW CRUMBS WITH A WILTED SIGHT BRAKE THE SULLEN GAZE THEY WILL BEAT THE SUNSHINE FROM MY EYES DEAD BEAST, BRUISING THE STRIDE FORGET THE FRIGHTENED IM FORGIVING THE WAY OF THE WORLD EVERY THIEF DESERVES A CROWN AND EVERY KINGS A CRIMINAL PRIZE AND PAY TO HOLD ME DOWN MASTER OF THE BLIND FAITHFUL SO SIMPLE THE CHOICE IN SLUMBER KNOWING WHAT ILL BE NOW I SEE THAT I WILL THE BUTCHER IN THE LAND OF PIGS IM STILL THE KYNG THE BUTCHER IN THE LAND OF PIGS IM ALWAYS KING
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