| The least suspected is never far from the sin
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| And the lion’s share is not to be shared
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| If it’s there to take
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| Within this church of dissipation
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| Awaiting to be absolved
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| Feigning all repulsion
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| Is it love or is it compulsion?
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| Aim you arrows and sing
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| Worship
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| Decay
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| Parasites feasting
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| Are you craving violence and tyranny?
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| They will vilify anything
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| To keep hell for themselves
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| No walls in this prison
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| Give them an inch
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| And they’ll take the fucking world
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| You get what you give
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| But they take from the herd
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| We stand in stagnation
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| Staring up from the gutter
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| As it floods with their waste
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| Don’t complain
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| Just be thankful you get a taste
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| Worship
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| Decay
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| Parasites feasting
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| Are you craving violence and tyranny?
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| They will vilify anything
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| To keep hell for themselves
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| And all that’s left is the wreckage we’re confronted with
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| But no one can see what your true face is
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| Is this how you feel alive
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| I can see there is torture in your eyes
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| You claw the crown so desperately
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| You’ve eclipsed your humanity
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| Worship
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| Decay
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| Parasites feasting
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| Are you craving violence and tyranny?
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| They will vilify anything
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| To keep hell for themselves
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| No walls in this prison |