| Devoted to your own opiate
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| In escapades from discontentment
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| Are you shutting off from the outside world
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| To reflect on your mind shallow gutter?
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| For this is your empire, this is your intrigue
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| Here you own them all, here you seal the deed
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| Contaminated from the spree of self salvation
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| To keep the fever flowing in the veins
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| Prominently manipulating heaven and hell
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| Does your sophistically discreet interlude
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| Maintain stories not to be revealed?
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| In your search for redemption
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| Greed and lies become the savior
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| Through the lecherous eyes disgust withstand
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| For are not these the windows to your soul?
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| Fatherly fornication of sweat lips in dismay
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| Repeatedly unlocking the vaults to the holocaust
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| The dormant prodigy seeks it’s reason for rebirth
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| But it will never, never gain the strength
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| A surrender in superficial scorn
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| The rape of an ever unborn
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| Seeds have been planted in the name of the son
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| Until this day, ungodliness is yet to be gone
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| Sacramental suicide amidst the flow of virgin vine
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| The only way to comfort the defeat
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| (repeat 6th verse)
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| Regrets can no longer find it’s ways
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| Streams of innocent bitter tears flowing down the drain
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| Mirrored in the haze of a partaker’s eyes |