| With the sun on the rise, shine a light in you
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| We devote, we devote, we devour all you
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| (Break… burn… bleed… bloom)
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| I’m alone, I’m the one with a knife in you
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| A cleanser, a shaman will read from their tomes
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| The scarabs will burrow through the eye of a (??)
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| Devotion through silence
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| A strong back provides
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| The wheat from the chaff
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| The pain to purify
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| Gather the (bomb to?) throw light
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| The (brain-flower?) unfolds
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| Process the (angels?) (??)
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| Like the (??) of the pharaohs
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| Can you feel it?
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| Can you (glow?)
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| Can you feel it?
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| Can you give up?
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| That whichs bends, break it down
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| That which breaks, burn it down
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| That which bends, break it down
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| That which withers, seal it down
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| A sacred vice
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| An all-knowing eye
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| A sanctified life will burn just fine
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| Your safety lies out of control
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| Your pine-needle flowers when you let go
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| This sacred violence
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| An all-knowing life
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| A sanctified crime devours on sight
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| Your safety defies the selfs' desires
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| Your pine-needle cowers when you confide |