| On bloodied knees, awaiting arrival of a dream.
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| Indoctrinated.
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| Fall in line with a cult of whores.
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| All life’s chances have faded.
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| Winchester doors.
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| Dead end, sweeping water.
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| Lifelong hallucination handed down from your father.
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| Dead fucking end.
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| Stay busy sweeping water.
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| Lifelong deception handed down from your father.
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| Rising from their knees.
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| Awaiting.
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| Hold your breath.
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| The rise of a fallen star won’t come.
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| Serpent is begging us to sing his song.
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| They stand on shoulders, we’re growing colder.
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| Witness the myth to become dead and gone. |