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For every Dead God who worships the living |
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and every lost Soul starving submission for all |
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The Tyrants will fall |
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Salvage the serpent |
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Born to rise when process seems perfect |
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it's wrong to all |
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and your Tyrants will fall |
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when thy art is hate |
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I've given it all I can take |
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it's Undeniable |
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when my Heart is fake |
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I've given it all I can break |
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it's unreliable |
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An affinity for the Hurt create new Death |
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and a love for the pain 'til your final breath and what Lies |
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Behind The lines somewhere in some other time |
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Behind the Veil obscured by my vision of hell |
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Dead in the sand proverbs for peasants |
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to bow on command an all-seeing presence |
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when thy art is hate |
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I've given it all I can take |
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it's Undeniable |
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when my Heart is fake |
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I've given it all I can break |
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it's unreliable |
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An affinity for the Hurt create new Death |
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and a love for the pain 'til your final breath and what Lies |
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Behind The lines somewhere in some other time |
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Behind the Veil obscured by my vision of hell |
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For every Dead God who worships the living |
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and every lost Soul starving submission for all |
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Behind The lines somewhere in some other time |
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Behind the Veil obscured by my vision of hell |
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obscured by my vision of hell |
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obscured by my vision of hell |
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For every Dead God who worships the living |
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and every lost Soul starving submission for all |
