| Weapons of war in my hands
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| I will become what begs to be forgotten
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| Weapons of war in my hands
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| Ready to purge this faceless nation
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| See through the eyes
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| I am the mastermind sent to open god’s gate to tear down heaven
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| Tear down heaven
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| You are the programmed dead sent to look me straight in the face
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| I’ll tell you what separates truth from faith:
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| These lies I preach are extending my reach inside of your head
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| And with my scripture, I will summon the serpent’s tongue
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| These words will become walls keeping angels from the light of the sun
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| This congregation rains like cinders from the sky
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| The product of childhood nightmares, empty hope behind empty eyes
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| Open your ears, hear my sweet tragedy
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| Open your mouth, drink my sick blasphemy
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| Empty hope behind empty eyes
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| I’m crushing the hope of the saved
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| Haunted, dark, and driven insane
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| This is my unholy rapture
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| Oh lord, is this not your desire?
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| God damned this world
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| God damned my life
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| I didn’t choose hell
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| Hell chose me
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| Hell chose me
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| Hell chose me
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| Hell chose me |