| For every Dead God who worships the living
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| And every lost Soul starving submission for all
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| The Tyrants will fall
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| Salvage the serpent
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| Born to rise when process seems perfect
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| It’s wrong to all
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| And your Tyrants will fall
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| When thy art is hate
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| I’ve given it all I can take
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| It’s Undeniable
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| When my Heart is fake
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| I’ve given it all I can break
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| It’s unreliable
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| An affinity for the Hurt create new Death
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| And a love for the pain 'til your final breath and what Lies
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| Behind the lines somewhere in some other time
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| Behind the Veil obscured by my vision of hell
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| Dead in the sand proverbs for peasants
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| To bow on command an all-seeing presence
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| When thy art is hate
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| I’ve given it all I can take
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| It’s Undeniable
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| When my Heart is fake
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| I’ve given it all I can break
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| It’s unreliable
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| An affinity for the Hurt create new Death
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| And a love for the pain 'til your final breath and what Lies
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| Behind The lines somewhere in some other time
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| Behind the Veil obscured by my vision of hell
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| For every Dead God who worships the living
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| And every lost Soul starving submission for all
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| Behind The lines somewhere in some other time
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| Behind the Veil obscured by my vision of hell
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| Obscured by my vision of hell
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| Obscured by my vision of hell
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| Obscured by my vision of hell
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| For every Dead God who worships the living
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| And every lost Soul starving submission for all |