| Towers of ruins are standing tall, towards a gray and wrathful sky
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| Derelict stoups dirty with drool, can’t satisfy the thirst of mice
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| Inhale the fever
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| The walls of cry do crumble down, fulfilling lungs with abrasive ash
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| On wounded knees, the time is now, to curve the back to the stash
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| No bulwark there to spurn the slugs, drained by the scorching sun
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| Leaving a trail they crawl and tug, more and more stunned, no longer shun
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| Inhale the fever, now
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| In a line of lepers, now
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| I’ll stand in line before the ministry
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| I’ll stand in line for my soul to save
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| I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed
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| By pain and regret, it’s killing me
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| Inhale the fever
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| Preserved bodies prone to worship, wedged between bricks and mould
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| Crusts of blood poison the surface, angrily stuck to the power they hold
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| Rusted chalices on forsaken altars, kept precious fluids for the wretched
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| Strong statues stagger and falter, when their resoluteness gets banished
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| Inhale the fever, now
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| In a line of lepers, now
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| I’ll stand in line before the ministry
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| I’ll stand in line for my soul to save
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| I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed
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| By pain and regret, it’s killing me
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| Inhale the fever, now
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| The creatures of the sunrise are fading in the night
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| Shade by shade they vanish, a process that is trite
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| The creatures of the sunrise have been fading in the night
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| Abhorring the blinding starlight that erode their very life
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| Children, disgusting children, deformed and helpless
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| Off the womb of sanctity
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| Children, repulsive children, reborn from filth
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| Animus disguised as mercy
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| Inhale the fever, now
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| Inhale the fever, now
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| In a line of lepers, now
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| I’ll stand in line before the ministry
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| I’ll stand in line for my soul to save
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| I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed
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| By pain and regret, it’s killing me
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| Inhale the fever, now
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| In a line of lepers, now
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| I’ll stand in line before the ministry
|
| I’ll stand in line for my soul to save
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| I’ll stand in line, but still I’m consumed
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| By pain and regret, it’s killing me
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| Inhale the fever, in a line of lepers, now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song God and His Disgusting Children , by - Hortus Animae. Song from the album Secular Music, in the genre Иностранный рок