| Burning alive in a cold sweat
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| How close are we all to death?
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| Frozen alive, no intelligence left
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| How much time do we have to repent?
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| When do we see the end?
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| No end in sight
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| Parchment filled with shit
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| The dark days have passed
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| Yet the children are fucking worthless
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| Crosses line the narrow halls
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| Cattle fill the porcelain walls
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| Father, I’ll have no mercy on thee
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| I’ll beg on no knee, we’ll never cease to be
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| Theocratic thieves tearing away at me
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| Blinded by their own uncertainty
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| Whore mother, womb of filth
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| End is nigh, stakes is high
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| Wretched stench, redemption
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| Failed attempt, life of sin
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| Father, please tell me why it has to be
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| Satisfied life-crooks, no respect earned
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| Piece of shit fuck
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| Weakling of the worst
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| Father, please tell me why it has to be
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| I don’t know why I care
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| Conflict between books, pages torn and burned
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| On the day of judgement, reality’s revealed
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| None left to gloat, existence has been repealed |