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Come on and borrow my crown of thorns |
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The crowd is still watching we can't be forlorn |
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Martyrs arise - under the guise |
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Of blood, sweat and tears and through all of our fears |
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Oh what delightful good whores we all are |
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Everyone loves to worship new gods |
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Have no fear to engineer |
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The mythology |
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It burns and hurts |
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To drink the blood of a saint |
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It burns to sanctify the betrayal |
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Hurt - to drink the blood of the saints |
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Come on relentless and dance on the dead |
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They should have lasted longer |
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Their dust we now spread |
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Weapon of dread, blindfold crimson red |
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Our seven tailed wraith and our opium - |
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Blind faith |
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Oh what delightful good whores we all are |
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Everyone loves to worship new gods |
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Have no fear to engineer |
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The fucking mythology |
