| Call me the Oracle
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| I name myself thee
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| And for this I breathe in your shame
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| Call me oracular;
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| I see your fate from behind the drapery
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| Arsonist I may aspire to become
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| But in my eyes it’s only justice that is done
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| I will light your bedside aflame with all of my hate
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| Sleeping soundly you will never know it’s too late
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| Sin
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| Into the flames
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| Into the storms of hate
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| That sear my body when I unroll your worn scrolls
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| I will not regret this decision
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| But my burdened feelings shackle my intent
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| Call me oracular;
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| I see your fate from behind the drapery
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| Arsonist I may aspire to become
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| But in my eyes it’s only justice that is done
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| The appetite of the demon inside of me
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| Needs to feed its screaming wretchedly
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| Into the flames
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| Into the storms of hate
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| That sear my body when I unroll your worn scrolls
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| The tomb inside of my conscience longs for your presence
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| Move the stone, I need your soul
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| Tarnish the pages with Apollo’s hand
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| Making her suffer at his command
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| Tarnish her name with his fire
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| My cryptic desire
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| And his godly power
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| The tomb inside of my vault longs for your fall
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| Move the massive stone I need your soul |