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Aborted Justice (The Case of the West Memphis Three)
Get out, get out, get out before the trees wake up and eat us whole, The mob is calling for the three young men who've sold their soul, Just like their wicked cross their whole world's been turned upside down, The hands of Lucifer must have soaked that blood into the ground… Please just burn this record now, my friend. You know these songs will kill you in the end. Rock n roll makes monsters out of men. Metal is the darkest form of sin. You lied, you lied, you lied, you're too fucking gone to know you lied, The blood is on your hands in this state-sanctioned suicide… Marked up by their music, hair and clothes. You broke up their cabal of rock n roll. Look at his shirt, see what it says, the words "And Justice for All" You think you know this world, this life, this product of the fall. You believe the devil lives, and you see him everywhere Where he lives is inside your head (hypocrites)…
You've found the truth so easy to ignore.
What you lack in proof you make up for.
In zealotry, you godless fucking whores.
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