| How does it feel to watch from above?
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| Judging us all one by one
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| Living your life by your holy standards
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| But once we’re given sight you turn and run
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| Shrouded in malice, taught to fear progress
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| Brought to your knees, the end is upon us
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| Pay attention as the holy fail us
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| A mere examination of the world before you
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| At this point we mean nothing to any of you
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| In your minds we are all just useless
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| Animus shattered in to a thousand pieces
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| And thrown to Belial
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| A flicker of hope that there won’t be punishment
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| For all of your delusions
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| Shrouded in malice, taught to fear progress
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| Brought to your knees, the end is upon us
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| You are not a martyr, no one will remember you.
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| I am not forgiven. |
| And neither are you
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| Your whole life you spent searching for your purpose
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| Wasting time, idolized by your own perception
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| I am not searching for dispensation
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| I am hoping that’s everyone abandons you
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| We have come to grant your death wish
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| We have come to cure the virus
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| How does it feel to watch from above?
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| Judging us all one by one
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| Living your life by your holy standards
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| But once we’re given sight you turn and run |