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Father, I know that you've witnessed a darkness in me' |
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Twas spawned in shadows of the old gallows tree |
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I'm but a sad depraved reflection of our inhumanity |
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The warped exaggeration of the lost and darkest of dreams |
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Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire |
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Here now in mankind's bleakest hour |
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Born of a casket |
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I'm the heir to a corpse |
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I've eyes that see maggots through the thin flesh they bore |
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I shall bloody my hands 'til the last breath be torn from me |
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So blindly we walk the winds of these plagued streets |
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Dead, the once feeling part of me |
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Oh lord divine, please break this silence |
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Destroy your race of faceless liars |
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At the edge of existence |
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We the clays of intention have ripened in your image |
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Ah, the binds of tradition |
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Your archaic deception numbs our empty beings |
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City that stands on a million graves |
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In a world full of hatred to fear enslaved |
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Countless the dead slaughtered in your name |
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Not a utter of your voice have you once repaid |
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No above, no below, just a man letting go |
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When all my earthly desire is disowned |
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No screaming sirens should sound |
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No revelations profound |
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Simply lowered into the ground |
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That's just what |
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I'll be dead in the dirt |
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So blindly we walk the winds of these plagued streets |
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Dead, the once feeling part of me |
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Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire |
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Here now in mankind's bleakest hour |
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Oh lord divine, please break this silence |
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Destroy your race of faceless liars |
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Necropolis |
