| As the future unfolds in the end of days
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| Judgment of our times in biblical ways
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| Our man made gods, genocide is faith
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| Idea warfare has been engaged
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| Cannot trust your fellow man at all these days
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| Sycophants out looking to get paid
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| Images burned into my face
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| Pangs of Distress salt my flesh to flay
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| I constantly fear everything I see
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| Blood is the fist of authority
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| Pestilence is my rabid dog unchained
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| Another road sign marks the end of days
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| I disregard those who govern me
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| I hate all of this treachery
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| I numb my mind and try to walk away
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| Toward the trail of tears and to the end of days
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| Face down on pavement and drunk at the end of my days
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| I hang from a noose that was made to slowly decay
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| The pangs of distress salt my flesh to slowly flay
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| Face down on pavement and drunk at the end of my days
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| The end of days |