| A howling wasteland, all that remains in my mind
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| Is sacrilegious savagery, I defile all I find
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| Within my seclusion, prayers are as worthless as pity
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| By rottenness consumed, I spit my bile at sanctity
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| You look into my eyes, malice is all you’ll find
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| Devoid of sympathy, exhumed identity
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| Jagged mark inscribed in my palms, stigmatized
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| I breathe a hollow breath of broken pride
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| The pain that I conceal is putrescent
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| Rotting me. |
| I’ll cut it free. |
| All my sins I now repent
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| You look into my eyes, malice is all you’ll find
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| Devoid of sympathy, exhumed identity
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| You are powerless — crumble at my feet
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| Strike with iron fist — crush mercilessly
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| Domination reigns down with every blow
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| Viciously I reduce you to nothing
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| Shadowed by wraiths of misery
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| An inborn infection
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| But when I try to bury it and flee
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| It’s exhumed and resurrected
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| You are powerless — crumble at my feet
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| Strike with iron fist — crush mercilessly
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| Domination reigns down with every blow
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| Viciously I reduce you to nothing
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| Guitar!
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| Yowzer! |