| They’ll black out the sky, and every sin, will shift into absence
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| Along with the men, draped in their genocide
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| Voices will be raised, and erased just as quickly
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| As we left ascension, we betrayed our destiny
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| I lack description
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| They all cry out «It wasn’t me»
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| Now forced to see, the door that we have opened
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| There is no easy way out of this tourniquet
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| This compression, our transgressions
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| Will amass in the clouds high above us
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| And mount upon our unexpecting backs
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| They won’t take us alive
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| Mercy’s only for the wise
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| Fall to your knees and quietly accept the fate you’ve wrought
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| All that’s needed for evil to triumph is to do nothing
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| I lack description
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| They all cry out «It wasn’t me»
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| Now forced to see the door that we have opened
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| Stare into the eyes of beginning and end
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| In wickedness I’ve lived, in wickedness I end
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| They’ll black out the sky
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| We descend and captivate your eyes
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| Just as we pull them from your skulls
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| You all will burn…
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| You all will burn…
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| I lack description
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| They all cry out «It wasn’t me»
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| Now forced to see the door that we have opened |