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Text: Luti-Kriss. Catharsis.

I'll carry it out
Your will, it will be done
Bathe my feet amongst the wicked
Washing my mind in you alone

Injecting my soul with red words
Building a structure
Through your hands
My name's in the book
Weak spine, no more