| Can you forgive your god for granting you your shape?
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| Barely reached adulthood, you took too many vicious steps
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| It seems like every moment passing by time runs against you
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| Decadence so evident for this generation’s point of view
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| Disintegration, figures twisted version
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| A hole is carved inside the belly of the beast
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| Primal and ill-fated, all are infected
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| Too many walked the road, awaiting their defeat
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| Behind every smiling face you hide disgusted sheen
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| With loathing melodies you’re littering your skin
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| Like children play with hand grenades, like peaceful war within
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| The fuse is running short of time, and so does your disgraceful kin
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| And in the end… Your cowardice will grant your fall
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| You know that in the end… that cowardice is in you all
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| COWARDICE!
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| Shimmering mire found in every ivory tower
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| A graceful force of terror in every contact lens
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| Photography, pornography, success will taste your sour
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| The chrome folios draw your image completely out of sense
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| And in the end… Your cowardice will grant your fall
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| You know that in the end… that cowardice is in you all
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| COWARDICE! |