| Priceless prison advocating foreign process
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| There’s a light that flickers on
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| Dreaming slowly of your convoluted progress
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| Something lurks before the dawn
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| Poison fury in the bedroom of precision
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| Heightened sense of scraps and stones
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| Placement lies in the ability to conquer
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| Liquid boils in the bones
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| And through the ways we flatten desire
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| Pour the water on the growing pyre
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| Nothing burns like us
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| Nothing burns like us
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| Fermented blood
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| A rotting fortress
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| It is time that holds us
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| Don’t forget your final word
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| Levitation breeds a new formation
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| Practice mandatory life
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| In the heart of some electric being
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| Sticks a newly brandished knife
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| Spineless ratchet for the coming onslaught
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| Nature vacates for a spell
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| Yet there might still be a purpose in us
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| Ring the solitary bell
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| And through the ways we focus death
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| Never exit, just break the particle
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| Crying shapes in moon-bred chains
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| We are soft
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| We are all identical
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| Prophesizing plagues
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| There’s a message and a shield broken
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| False, engaging frost
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| There’s a host that longs for recognition
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| Private death
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| We will suffocate proudly
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| Any thoughts, we will squander defiantly
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| Pragmatic, Luciferian mind
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| Find the failures
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| Find the layers of sky open
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| Silent wish
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| Brick-by-brick, lung-by-lung
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| Cherish failures, either plight or surprise
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| Harness
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| Silent wish
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| Brick-by-brick, lung-by-lung
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| Cherish failures, either plight or surprise
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| Harness |