| A song of daggers, a song of knives
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| State what matters, bold faced lies
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| Psalm of revenge, psalm of wrath
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| Sing your motive, lunatic psychopath
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| Lost in a lullaby of vengeance, no other soul to be found
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| Cost of yourself condemning penance, no congregation around
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| Chant of hatred, chant of contempt
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| Your stab at friendship, a failed attempt
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| A hymn of folly, a hymn of spite
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| Your lunacy, harber your ruthless plight
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| Chorus of your indignation
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| In the depths your thoughts dwell
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| A chanting voice of resentment
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| The flawed conclusion of your hell
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| Can’t you listen to all around
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| Can you feel it? |
| A stringing slight
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| Air of closure, air to the end
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| The final cadence, nothing to condescend
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| Chorus of your indignation
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| In the depths your thoughts dwell
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| A chanting voice of resentment
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| The flawed conclusion of your hell
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| Choir sings contempt and loathing
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| The stifled words you cannot tell
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| Ballad of emphatic voices, the barren soul of the impaled |