| We speak in lies, we speak in tongues
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| We’ll see our damage done
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| We live in dreams, we rest in peace
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| Content to sleep in our chains
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| Seven trumpets sound their discourse, nine circles of our devise
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| Messages writ within our columns of fire
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| No life blooms from the ashes of ire
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| But our hearts beat faster, and our heads hang low
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| Still we kneel for the masters
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| Filthy pigs all in a row
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| Black the sun
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| Hide us from what we have become
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| Black the sun
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| Hide us from the monsters we’ve become
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| Destroy, destroy, destroy, destroy
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| We’re all addicts hooked into a toxic culture
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| Infinite growth in a finite world
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| Empires of gold return to sand
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| As silver tongues rust beneath the guilt of man
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| But our hearts beat weaker, and our heads now roll
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| Still we crawl for the masters
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| As we beg for the killing blow
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| Black the sun
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| Hide us from what we have become
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| Black the sun
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| Hide us from the monsters we’ve become
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| We scar the earth to spite the sky
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| Then burn the trees to feed our fires
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| We are the blind leading the damned
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| A wrecking ball
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| In the hands of a mad man
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| Destroy, destroy. |
| Destroyer
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| Destroy, destroy. |
| Destroyer
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| Black the sun
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| Hide us from what we have become
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| Black the sun
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| Hide us from the monsters we’ve become |