| My soul is the eye of the storm
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| Their battered faces tell stories of better places
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| Because the scars i bear…
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| Will make you want to turn and run forever
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| Now see, hell is real. |
| I know because i tore it down
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| We had made a deal, but he didn’t hold his end of the bargain
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| And there’s a heaven too. |
| I know because they threw me out
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| And i was burned by my demons on the way down
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| At the seventh plane of torment, despair staring down the throat
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| Of destruction synthesized with never ending regret
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| Gazing through a peephole, burning the iris, but it’s visage
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| Prevents you from looking away
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| The few like me, the same side of the rusted coin
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| Will be the ones to put an end to your misery
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| We are empyreal founders of apocalypse
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| If you won’t serve us, you’ll serve the last of the world as soil
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| This is far from a threat, but a promise
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| Help us help you win the battle, and be rewarded
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| But if you try to cast your own shadow
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| Face the wrath of the regulators |