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Born from the blind, delusional mind |
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Bite the hand that feeds the lie |
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The garden is severed, burned is the truth |
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Open your eyes 'cause |
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God hates you |
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The serpents have the power coiled in illusion |
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A poisonous gift of beautiful sin |
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Paint the whore with the ashes of |
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EdenIt's time to face the end of the world |
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We have flown too close to the sun |
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But in space even angels can get burned |
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As death rains down upon them |
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Cleansing the streets in a cloudburst of blood |
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Black leather smoke coils up my nostrils |
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Tingling with death's surprise |
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It leaks out through the cracks |
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In the cold asphalt sidewalks of the city of sin |
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Feast upon the images of molten massacre |
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As the machineries of death grind relentlessly on |
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We have flown too close to the sun |
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But in space even angels can get burned |
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Lunacy breeds in silent fire |
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No hope for mankind as the world expire |