7 Sins

V4.5+

[Intro]
Seven sins.
Seven nerves.
Seven cuts you don't deserve.
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[Verse 1] – Gluttony
Fat clowns, drown in their piss-soaked greed,
Shovel shit down their throats ‘til organs bleed.
Maggot-mouth chewing on the corpses they became,
Filth-ass graving — such a goddamn shame.
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[Verse 2] – Greed
Money-drunk bitches with cunts full of gold,
Dirt-stained hands trade souls they sold.
Ledger-bled rats still fuck for the price,
They're the cancer that eats their own worthless life.
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[Hook]
Seven sins. One skin.
Seven knives carved within.
Seven breaths. One fall.
You’re the stain beneath it all.
Seven sins. One skin.
Seven locks you’re buried in.
Seven doors. No disguise.
Seven ways the body lies.
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[Verse 3] – Lust
Fuck like a virus, crazy psycho on repeat,
Skin-stretch moans where the sickness meets.
Weirdest longings dripping down their mind,
Every darkest hole’s just a void they grind.
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[Verse 4] – Wrath 
Mindless freaks, crack skulls for the thrill,
Broken dead eyes when the time stands still.
Gore-burn rage in a blood-fed war,
Their hate eats 'em ‘til there’s nothing more.
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[Hook]
Seven sins. One skin.
Seven knives carved within.
Seven breaths. One fall.
You’re the stain beneath it all.
Seven sins. One skin.
Seven locks you’re buried in.
Seven doors. No disguise.
Seven ways the body lies.
---
[Instrumental Drop]
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[Bridge] – Envy
Stolen breath ‘til lungs collapse,
(collapse)
Vomit spreads while the marrow cracks.
(cracks)
Jealous hands bleed as the heavens dry
(dry)
Your god is dead, and you watched him die.
(die)
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[Verse 5] – Pride
Fake-ass liars on a throne of shit,
Selfmade saints never swallow your spit.
Preach-born filth on the gospel of strife,
Even hell won’t burn for their godless life.
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[Verse 6] – Sloth
Sweat-sagged flesh on a rancid floor,
Tongue-dry gasps but they won't cry no more.
Worn out faces where emptiness feeds,
Seven sins drip slow while the carcass bleeds.
---
[Final Hook]
Seven sins. One skin.
Seven knives carved within.
Seven breaths. One fall.
You’re the stain beneath it all.
Seven sins. One skin.
Seven locks you’re buried in.
Seven doors. No disguise.
Seven ways....

Seven sins. One scar.
Seven skulls split wide apart.
Seven sins. One wound.
Seven cuts erase your tomb.
Seven sins. One scream.
Seven ways to twist the extreme.
Seven sins. No control.
Seven graves to claim your soul.

Seven ways… to fucking die.
Seven ways… to fucking die.

2425/7500

[Intro] Seven sins. Seven nerves. Seven cuts you don't deserve. --- [Verse 1] – Gluttony Fat clowns, drown in their piss-soaked greed, Shovel shit down their throats ‘til organs bleed. Maggot-mouth chewing on the corpses they became, Filth-ass graving — such a goddamn shame. --- [Verse 2] – Greed Money-drunk bitches with cunts full of gold, Dirt-stained hands trade souls they sold. Ledger-bled rats still fuck for the price, They're the cancer that eats their own worthless life. --- [Hook] Seven sins. One skin. Seven knives carved within. Seven breaths. One fall. You’re the stain beneath it all. Seven sins. One skin. Seven locks you’re buried in. Seven doors. No disguise. Seven ways the body lies. --- [Verse 3] – Lust Fuck like a virus, crazy psycho on repeat, Skin-stretch moans where the sickness meets. Weirdest longings dripping down their mind, Every darkest hole’s just a void they grind. --- [Verse 4] – Wrath Mindless freaks, crack skulls for the thrill, Broken dead eyes when the time stands still. Gore-burn rage in a blood-fed war, Their hate eats 'em ‘til there’s nothing more. --- [Hook] Seven sins. One skin. Seven knives carved within. Seven breaths. One fall. You’re the stain beneath it all. Seven sins. One skin. Seven locks you’re buried in. Seven doors. No disguise. Seven ways the body lies. --- [Instrumental Drop] --- [Bridge] – Envy Stolen breath ‘til lungs collapse, (collapse) Vomit spreads while the marrow cracks. (cracks) Jealous hands bleed as the heavens dry (dry) Your god is dead, and you watched him die. (die) --- [Verse 5] – Pride Fake-ass liars on a throne of shit, Selfmade saints never swallow your spit. Preach-born filth on the gospel of strife, Even hell won’t burn for their godless life. --- [Verse 6] – Sloth Sweat-sagged flesh on a rancid floor, Tongue-dry gasps but they won't cry no more. Worn out faces where emptiness feeds, Seven sins drip slow while the carcass bleeds. --- [Final Hook] Seven sins. One skin. Seven knives carved within. Seven breaths. One fall. You’re the stain beneath it all. Seven sins. One skin. Seven locks you’re buried in. Seven doors. No disguise. Seven ways.... Seven sins. One scar. Seven skulls split wide apart. Seven sins. One wound. Seven cuts erase your tomb. Seven sins. One scream. Seven ways to twist the extreme. Seven sins. No control. Seven graves to claim your soul. Seven ways… to fucking die. Seven ways… to fucking die.

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