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Crimson Face

from The Black Hand by Bad Ice

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With such a death grip on me
You lose hold of the better things
You lose sight of what matters
But I never really mattered

Born from a home that expired
I pick the pack of filthy, fucking liars
I grab the Devil by his crimson face
To take the ICE and put it in his place

We walk the Earth corrupt and broken
With fire burning in our hearts
We follow blindly
With vultures tearing out our eyes
This plague you wrought will never die

His crimson face

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from The Black Hand, released February 17, 2014

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