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| | Fiend Without A Face lyric, Misfits song |
 | | See the features of my rage, begin to shoot the fiend without a face, my face. |
 | | The fever rots, the brain goes numb inside, I feel a flout comming, a boiled blister pops inside, my ears still bleed with razor sharp precision, mouth to mouth the sweetness dangle by the breath upon my chest. |
 | | See features of my rage, begin to shoot the fiend without a face, see the features of my rage, begin to shoot the fiend without a face, my face, the fiend without a face, the fiend without a face, the fiend without a face, a fiend without a face. |
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