| The Shepherd guides his flock
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| Through a holy path marked with blood
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| Driving them to a carnage yet unknown
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| Procession marches to the cliff
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| A cliff bathed by souls
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| One by one lambs fall into the void
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| An old lie teaching for centuries
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| Sustaining a perpetual profit of souls
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| Loved unconditionally until their death
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| Then after death, God devours his sons
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| Repeating the word of the lord
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| Blessed lambs on their way to heaven
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| Then they realize salvation turns into free fall
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| All their beliefs
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| Vanish as they fall
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| Everything turns into cold horror
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| A sea of the dead, known as heaven
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| Ruled by a beast called Father
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| As souls are drowned into the depths
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| A morbid grin is drawn on his face
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| For a lifetime
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| I was fooled into his good will
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| Now I’m falling
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| Without his fake mercy
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| As I’m drowning, water dissolves faith
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| All the answers turn into childhood fears
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| And I realize nobody ever supported my way
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| I’m astray, forgotten in this ocean…
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| Of misery and death
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| I wasted life, to feed the father’s vicious hunger
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| He never wanted
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| To welcome us in his reign
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| Used us to procreate
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| And nourish the make-believe fiend |