| The corrupt have rusted lines of communication
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| Our ghosts are now the reason we tamper in the dark arts
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| An intrigue to follow through with the broken souls has brought us all to the
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| brink of destruction, blood and burials
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| The age of a different vision is on the verge of a heightened consumption
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| Knives, blood, death in us all, poison controlling our steps and our falls
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| This philosophy has become the standard
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| Choking us with words from the blames we’ve ingested
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| The danger of all the choices that I’ve been forced to
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| Ignite the deadened coals are rekindled in the heart spark
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| Blankets and the cloaks of darkened confusion block all the rational thoughts
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| that flow inside the veins of the innocent ones
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| Refusal to take the evil hand of regret is all but challenging
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| Knives, blood, death in us all, poison controlling our steps and our falls
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| This philosophy has become the standard
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| Choking us with words from the blames we’ve ingested
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| This curse is our firewall
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| Knives, blood, death in us all, poison controlling our steps and our falls
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| Knives, blood, death in us all, poison controlling our steps and our falls
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| This philosophy has become the standard
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| Choking us with words and the blames we’ve ingested
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| Death cult tides rising in me
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| The tide envelopes us all
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| Surprised, surprising everyone |