| Pledge to the fires
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| Of the god unattainable
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| Within you have no sin
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| Your throne is rotting
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| Never to hold what you love
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| Same as above
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| It’s not hard to worship a lord of flesh
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| When all your fortune’s just a lucky mess
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| But you can guess
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| And pledge to the devil that wears its human dress
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| Your analysis is really an enticing dish
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| Next to the pitch black hole that awaits a tortured soul
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| Let’s see your corporeal savior give them the will to live
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| On the ledge there are liars
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| Who stare back up at you no more
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| They have their door
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| Your guts are knotting
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| As the weak continue to believe
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| Don’t watch them grieve
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| From your bed you prophesize
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| Comfort does not sympathize
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| Wounded men whose need is dire
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| Walk into a line of fire
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| So take that fleeting wish
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| And crush it with a mental fist
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| Have you achieved your task
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| Or just crafted evil a new mask?
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| Dreams die
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| The question survives
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| The fear is ripe
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| You’ll sleep tonight
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| The temple of unknowing ascends
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| In the fortress of beauty and wealth
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| Built upon the grave of he who bends for an answer
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| Built upon the grave of he who bends to the hope
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| Of something greater than himself
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| From your bed you prophesize
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| Comfort does not sympathize
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| Wounded men whose need is dire
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| Walk into a line of fire
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| Dreams die
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| The question survives
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| Survives
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| So take that fleeting wish
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| And crush it with a mental fist
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| Have you achieved your task
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| Or just crafted your new mask?
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| Let’s see your corporeal savior
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| Give them the strength to die |