| Incarnated marvels simplified
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| Effects from such a disconsolate kind
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| Impotence of the once so perfect living
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| Erase and rewind
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| Stand rigid for the next battle
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| Peace means reloading your guns
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| The love for life is all hatred in disguise
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| A carnival creation with masks undone
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| In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin
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| through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind
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| Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth
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| Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies
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| An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate
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| With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well
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| Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin
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| Worshipped by anyone’s mass on our planet hell
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| What on earth possessed you
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| Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception
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| Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions
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| Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface
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| And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect
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| With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil
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| Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin
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| With the stigma feasting upon your flesh as I wish you well
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| Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin
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| Worshipped by anyone’s mass on our planet hell
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| What on earth possessed you
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| Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues
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| Left are the kings of the carnival creation
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| Carrying out the echoes of the fallen
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| Sense the withering eternity as it fades away
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| The ultimate graceless voyage of all times
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| Only death will be guarding your angels, silently
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| Cripples joining arms in clamour
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| Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted |