| Dig out my remains from the Holy ground
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| Adorned with scars from age-old claws
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| Omen for the living, the sound of a dead end
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| Resonates through your cities as the wind blows
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| Deceiver of a millenary bond
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| I shall provide, you shall flourish
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| When comes the time to face your greed
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| You’ll turn a blind eye to your sins
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| From purity to bitterness
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| A story smothered in nonsenses
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| Cursed offspring, exponential strain
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| Pour your vicious waste into my veins
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| Scrupulously sterilize the needle
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| Imbed it tight, I heard it numbs the pain
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| You gave me your word but you cut off my tongue
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| Covered my skin with your thorns
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| Erect a tower with my bones
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| Tie the knot and hang me
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| Just fucking hang me
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| Pour your filthy waste into my veins
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| Fill my lungs with a burning haze
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| Disfigure me, then rip a thousand limbs from my body
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| Until I turn into someone else
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| Hands and feet tied to a plastic bag
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| Feeling like a miracle left adrift
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| No mother should have to bury her children
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| But the truth is, nature always wins
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| From purity to bitterness
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| A catastrophic evolvement
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| But in the back of your mind
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| You know nature always wins |