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Hear me |
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The Antichrist is coming |
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He who opened his mouth in blasphemy |
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Against god and his tabernacle |
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And those that dwell in the heavens |
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He denies the Father and the Son |
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He refutes that Jesus is the Christ |
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And it was given unto him |
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To make war with the saints |
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And to overcome them all |
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Power was given over |
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All kindreds and tongues and nations... |
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I am an idea - I exist |
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Live and breathe - I am real |
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Call it a moment of inspiration |
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That allowed my existence |
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I am a raw and terrible God |
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I am Antichrist |
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[Solo Wilcock] |
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Sticky white bile |
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Smeared and splattered |
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Around grey lipped mouths |
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Heavy death that rapidly decays |
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The rich and the poor |
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We are all the same in death |
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The unmistakable fragrance |
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Of rigid decomposition |
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Exacts no distinction |