| Cry out for the blood of the beast
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| To hope against certainties
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| The one thing that’ll never change Is change itself, but hopelessness remains
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| The smell of loam, sulfur and corruption
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| Brimstone, class war and obstruction
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| What should be long dead in a festering pit
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| Is thriving not rotting in this world of shit
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| Cold heart pounding across the wet air
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| Set ablaze by the fiery stare
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| Drown by waves of unrelenting desire
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| To purify the earth with hellfire
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| It turns to smoke
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| Systematically torn asunder by false justifications
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| Cut ties, sever the head
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| Of evil incarnate for justice instead
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| Before the day is gone I swear I’ll expose
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| That filthy black heart dipped in fools gold
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| Incinerate, aim wise, no one survives
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| Evacuate, cut ties
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| The vipers are harvesting lies
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| Heads in the mud, no one survives this time
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| Casualties rise as we embrace dark crimes
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| No one gets out alive
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| Destination, the route to avenge
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| Reclamation, amend
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| Been pushed too far, close to the edge
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| Cemented my intention
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| Proclaiming this not an era of rebuilding
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| …but the age of revenge |