| Let’s burn down the city 'til Rome is in flames
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| All the sinners in cinder but no one’s to blame
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| Set the oceans ablaze while we hope for the rain
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| I’ve been crowing these locusts in vain
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| Seven Devils inside of me dead on arrival
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| I read all the diaries heads on a spike
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| By my bed there’s no rivalry, write with the Eiffel no idols
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| That I can see, I am a beast so why can’t we be free?
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| Lycanthropy, I cannot breathe
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| Perspective is hard from the heights that I reach
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| The dead angels they strangled all lie at their feet
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| They’re reminding us please pay no mind to their pleas
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| While I mine for the pulse of the people
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| They fight for the freedom of dying that cry from the sheets
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| Ghosts that lie underneath Pose as Lions for sheep
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| To keep preaching their pious they lie through their teeth
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| Let me down the oxygen’s heavier now
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| We’re supposed to play possum while death sings its sounds
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| Theres no Exodus, pestilence bound it’s too treacherous
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| When is the end when this Hell is indefinite
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| May be dramatic I’m pacing my attic like Attica
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| Riot no quiet stay Atticus light from the tragic
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| Shines bright from the past to illuminate trauma
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| We hide for convenience
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| They’re burning the city down Rome is in flames
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| All the sinners in cinder but no one’s to blame
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| Set the oceans ablaze while they hope for the rain
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| I’ve been crowing these locusts in vain
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| Seven Devils inside of me dead on arrival
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| I read all the diaries, heads on a spike
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| By my bed there’s no rivalry, write with the Eiffel no idols
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| That I can see defiant to beasts why can’t we be free? |