| I got the news today I’ve lost faith somewhere along the line
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| No chance for me to retrace innocence now washed away
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| An affair I forever reject, a puppeteer I soon will not forget
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| My hell is empty, the devil is here pulling my strings
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| Slithering silently
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| We suffer a snakes disease
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| Slithering silently
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| Smother out integrity
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| I’m searching for the moral hooks on which to hang my trust
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| No chance for me to retrace my good intentions drowned by lust
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| The levee deepens as the earthen dam begins to weaken
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| Surface a martyr today, a floating body tomorrow
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| Slithering silently
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| We suffer a snakes disease
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| Slithering silently
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| Smother out integrity
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| I use this prosthesis one fucking last time
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| Then rip it away take back what’s rightfully mine
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| We use this prosthesis one fucking last time
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| Than rip it away take back what’s rightfully ours
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| Parasitic, lecherous
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| Maggots press their weight down upon you
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| Malignant, so cancerous
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| Stifling all you hold dear
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| You pierced the side and drank the wine and left me here to die
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| I long to lay my suffering down at the feet of my enemy
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| We bear the scars of the suppressed, revenge is for suppressors
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| I breathe in deeper today for your grip now loosened on my throat
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| Slithering silently
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| We suffer a snakes disease
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| Slithering silently
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| Smother out integrity no more |