| Massive hordes of faithful thieves
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| Blighted minds extend their reach
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| Feeding breeding all deceiving
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| Catatonic astral beings
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| No face is left unveiled
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| For you to worship them for all that you see
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| Channeled streamline of forced vibrant displays
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| Pioneers pursue the end of all race
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| Glowing, showing bonds of the knowing
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| Immense intolerance drowning in deafening
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| Vainglorious spectacles to match our age
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| No face is left unveiled
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| For you to worship them for all that you see
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| Time to face the storm
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| Feel the thunder overtake your form
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| Your pain is not divine
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| No path will ever shine
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| Nor rain have you washed away
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| Colossal swarms of faceless names
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| Devoted prowlers extend their games
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| Declared, impaired into despair
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| Melting mental misanthropy
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| Inside a predominant special nation
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| Molded in self proclamation
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| Time to face the storm
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| Feel the thunder overtake your form
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| Your pain is not divine
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| No path will ever shine
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| Nor stains, rain care to wash away
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| Theatrical practicalities turned to
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| Reanimated human faculties
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| Lay rest of all emotion
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| In self display lies all devotion
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| Seek sanctum in darkness
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| Uncloaked, unfold your truth to hold
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| Against all terrors from within
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| All fires witheld from your skin
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| To ignite your demise |