| They preach servility, the conformed way of breathing.
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| (They speak in the same tongues everyday.)
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| Betwixt fear I smelt a carcass bathed of sin.
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| The carrion swarm will love us for this one.
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| Our only curse is the disgusting rotting urge.
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| To feed our ears with the devils piss.
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| Loyal and servile we kneel before his fallen throne.
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| Let us try recite once, before we rot and burn.
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| Master almighty, my light, separate my sinful spine.
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| «Bow your heads, to the sound of creation. |
| To the giver and taker of life.»
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| Swallow the sand and let it drown your insides.
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| This must be cleansing.
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| Cleansing for the constant current of whispers.
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| In the eyes of every second there is the warm breath of his lowness.
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| Temptation is our common blood as it runs free through the brain of every human
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| skull. |
| Our fragile spines are so very weak.
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| We fracture to the calls of six fingers, eyes and feet.
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| Now I see what we’ve come to spectate today: To pit the flesh on our back
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| against nerves will never hold our will.
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| They won’t give in.
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| They won’t give in until we’ve surrendered.
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| They won’t give in.
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| The signals deep beneath my feet preach past the beat and rest beneath.
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| The martyrs call but we bind the lock and heave.
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| And now we’ve fallen from such monumental height
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| unto the grounds of summoning fear.
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| So perfectly measured, calculated every deed.
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| The books of his back hands march to the path of transcribed disease.
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| I’ve given up.
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| And the world has given in.
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| When there is nothing left of earth, recite the final words.
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| Recite the final words.
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| «Mother abysmal can you mask my life’s obscenities?
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| The sky has spoken.
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| I’m in contempt up to my ears, mother.
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| Cry every unbirthed captive wolf.
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| The scale is now my master. |
| Respond only to his voice»
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| Respond only to His voice.
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| They won’t give in until we’ve surrendered. |