| We will trample on our children till this world is flooded red
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| No boundary for depravity, no silence for the dead
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| Now weep for the life that you’ve lead
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| We will follow vacant voices into our shallow graves
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| Reiterate the verses of some self-consuming slave
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| Now pay for the Hell that you praise
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| Every curse, lie, violation of our lives
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| Every careless error of breath, corruption of our minds
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| All the blood and the shame, defamation of name
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| The weight of a wicked world
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| Embodied on a thankless crucifix
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| Embodied on a blood-soaked crucifix
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| The sacrament is broken, and all I see is red
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| The idols of humanity, they tower overhead
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| Now weep for the life that you’ve lead
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| The gates have severed open, setting death upon this place
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| Compelling us to hope in a revolting human race
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| Now pay for the Hell that you praise
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| Thine eyes have seen
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| Sometimes I close my eyes to escape this crooked place
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| It seems these fools… well, they never learn
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| I guess it’s easy to see the world the way I do
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| The emptiness is a promise, the sin is just the proof
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| Embodied on a thankless crucifix
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| Embodied on a blood-soaked crucifix
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| Thine eyes have seen |