| Compulsion divine is all we find in these worlds of deception
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| Too fragile, too blind, we wander lost in putrefaction
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| Full of repulsion and disgust, lambs to the slaughter
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| A misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos fulfills our mortal desires
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| WE DESCEND INTO THE VALLEYS OF LACERATION
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| We are taking for granted that we once inherited existence
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| To forever live to tell the tale…
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| IN BURNING ENIGMA
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| I’M NEXT TO THE END OF THE LINE
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| KNOW THE SCORE…
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| A final nail in the coffin of our unstable destination
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| (I feel life breathing down my neck)
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| We have signed our own death warrant
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| With other people’s blood
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| (I feel life breathing down my neck)
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| HOW COULD WE DARE TO EXPECT MERCY
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| FOR FORGIVENESS HAS IT’S OWN PRICE
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| Vain temptation, my soul is ripped and torn
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| Decayed forever, beyond the great divide we fall…
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| Conceptual UTOPIA, by the end I’m the next one in line
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| Down my neck!
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| Retribution, my anger is uncontrolled
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| Deceived for all time, testimonial curse
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| UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO RETURN
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| TEN FALLEN ANGELS PAVE YOUR WAY… FALL!
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| THEIR HOLLOW VOICES FROM BEYOND, THE POINT OF NO RETURN
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| PROCLAIMING SILENCE FOR OUR SOULS… FALL!
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| FINAL EXTINCTION OF MANKIND…
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| I feel it breathing down my neck!
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| UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO RETURN
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| TEN FALLEN ANGELS PAVE THEIR WAY… FALL!
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| FINAL EXTINCTION OF MANKIND…
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| I feel it breathing down my neck!
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| At the end of the line all we possess is emptiness and regrets
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| (I feel life breathing down my neck)
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| We are told to remain obedient and faithful
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| Even at the hardest of times
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| (I feel life breathing down my neck)
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| BUT WHY SHOULD WE WANT TO CONTINUE
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| LIVING A LIFE OF DIRT?
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| YOU JUST MEAN NOTHING TO ME! |