| Mechanical behemoth, golem of the sky
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| To be closer to the gods would be to burn alive
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| Like a hound without a bone chasing cautionary tale
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| Screaming for blood until the taste becomes stale
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| The flames below appear, it’s not fight or flight I fear
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| I dread the dead, for Hell is empty, all the devils are here
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| As the rounds run down and the rain seeps through
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| It’s deep in circuits where the blood dilutes
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| And the gear’s worn down and the sun dawns
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| How light bathes the floor it storms toward me now
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| As the rounds run down and the rain seeps through
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| It’s deep in circuits where the blood dilutes
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| And the gear’s worn down and the sun dawns
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| How light bathes the floor as it storms toward me now
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| The engines roar screaming murder!
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| The sun is an illusion, no light upon my back
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| Airborne leviathan, all guns blazing, prepare to attack
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| Howling at the trigger but the silence brings no pain
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| Without means of murder, purpose ignites flame
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| The flames below appear, it’s not fight or flight I fear
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| I dread the dead, for Hell is empty, all the devils are here
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| As the rounds run down and the rain seeps through
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| It’s deep in circuits where the blood dilutes
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| And the gear’s worn down and the sun dawns
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| How light bathes the floor it storms toward me now
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| As the rounds run down and the rain seeps through
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| It’s deep in circuits where the blood dilutes
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| Chaos carves across the sky
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| I promise death and we burn alive |