| We are no one
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| We are legion
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| Chanting sermon from the vilest depths
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| Thousands voices spitting razors
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| May reverence be torn to shreds
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| Vessels of a darker truth
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| Flailed by stygian whips
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| Until she rots and lies stinking in the earth
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| Bind us !
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| Revocate us !
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| You know you can’t — for we are eternal
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| Evoke us, condemn us !
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| This whore is ours, she is our tool
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| We are endless, omnipersistent
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| We are your vindication
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| We are those who dwell within
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| Harbingers of vestal fears
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| Blurred mirrors
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| Cruel infliction
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| Contortion of the soul
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| Abhorrence in opulence
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| And the white sheets are full of stains
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| And the gowns are all torn
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| And the rosary lies ripped on the floor
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| Signs carved in vivid flesh
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| Revel in our hate
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| Hiding in the shade of our wings
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| And what would you do
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| If your saviour really came?
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| In your triumph you’d only vanquish yourselves
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| Your litanies — the true apostasy
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| We are those who dwell within |