| The priest with the head of the goat
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| The goat with the voice of a man
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| The man who betrayed the lord
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| The lord who chopped up his veins
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| The veins separated from flesh
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| The body that lacks a soul
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| The soul that dwells in the darkness
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| The darkness heavier than coal
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| The coal that was food to the people
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| The people who worship the dog
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| The dog who would eat his believers
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| Believers who die in his throat
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| And God knows why
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| I discovered my doors to the dungeon
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| And God knows why
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| There was the thing there was
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| We’re moths that fly toward darkness
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| Darkness heavier than coal
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| Lacks of a soul
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| As men who foresaw Christ’s birth
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| And those who predicted his death
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| Wouldn’t believe that the thing
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| Called a cabaret was there
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| Not servility and masochism
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| Not a million death would satisfy
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| The priest, the dog, the man, the lord
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| We’re moths that fly toward darkness |