| I kneel by the bedside and bow my head
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| Murmuring a prayer in dread
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| Either there is no god or god is dead
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| Was this all part of the plan?
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| To leave me here, amid the vultures?
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| Picking out the eyes of a broken man?
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| They think they’re better than me
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| So afraid of heresy
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| Eradicating every divergent strand until they come together and make a stand.
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| We stand on the earth divided
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| We cannot resist
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| We cannot fight it
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| Guided by the light of desire
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| We cannot resist
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| We cannot fight it
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| The vultures perch on my chest
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| Tearing my flesh
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| Using my bones to make a nest
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| They think that they follow a leader
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| On their knees
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| Sucking the dick of the reaper
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| Feeding them lies as he shoots his load into their eyes
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| They’re always begging for more
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| Slurping up the cum like worthless whores
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| Guided by the light of desire
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| Fearing the kiss of a corrosive fire
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| Rip out my tainted eyes
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| Feed upon my skin
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| Regurgitate my flesh into your children’s mouths
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| Regurgitate my flesh
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| I’m the food for the new generation
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| The new generation |