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Blank, in your selfish state |
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And enraged |
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Never should one die |
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That cannot decide the truth |
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Never should one cry |
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So suffer the children |
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The snakes arrive to assist us |
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Around the stage |
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Black expressions |
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Its forced of rage |
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Create, and deny |
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Your subversive winnings |
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The obsidian conspiracy is rising |
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Justify your shame |
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The obsidian conspiracy is rising |
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Regardless of the consequence |
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We drown inside our arrogance |
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We chose to bring our nameless |
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To this place so shameless |
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Never should one die |
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To never conceit absolute |
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Never should one cry |
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And nothing destroy them |
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The blades align in different |
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To feed the plague |
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This black agenda of hate |
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Is born of pain |
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Create, and deny |
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Your subversive winnings |
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The obsidian conspiracy is rising |
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Justify your shame |
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The obsidian conspiracy is rising |
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The coming waves in silent rage |
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We'll storm the sea of glass |
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And in its wake all the birds remain |
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Never should one die |
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That cannot decide the truth |
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Never should one cry |
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So suffer the children |
|
Create, and deny |
|
Your subversive winnings |
|
The obsidian conspiracy is rising |
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Justify your shame |
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The obsidian conspiracy is rising |
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The drowning sage |
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Can feel the silence |
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The firestorm can never be heard |
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These are my last words |
