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Stand atop your marble altar
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and bless the sins that come before you.
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Face the madness, heal the scars
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this stormy night will reveal what¡¯s true.
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The anguish, the sins, the life long pain
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the fault¡¯s all yours, you¡¯re no longer pure.
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Innocence ceases with the falling rain.
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For your evil ways I can see no cure.
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Find someone else to drag into hell
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I¡¯m done with this nightmare.
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It takes more to convince me to stay
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than have to pretend to care.
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Sacrifice- and load me with more I can bare.
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Religion- love: needed no where.
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Salvation- I¡¯m done with this nightmare.
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I¡¯m done with this nightmare.
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Cry in vain, there¡¯s nothing left to do.
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Bare this pain, lost the ones you slew.
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Embrace insane, the price of innocence is beyond you.
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Place your blame on inhibitions you outgrew.
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Send out the jackals, I¡¯m no longer prey.
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Tighten your shackles, your life ends today.
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Send out the jackals, I¡¯m no longer prey.
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Tighten your shackles, there¡¯s no need to stay.
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Send out the jackals, I¡¯m no longer prey.
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Tighten your shackles, my word is the way.
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You break out from your shell
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only to find your surroundings are hell.
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Your sheltering has protected your childhood
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now your freedom has broken the liberty bells
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for you¡¯ve done most things you never should.
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Darkness¡¯ value you treasure so dear¡¦
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Lost hope finds it¡¯s way home in your heart.
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Depression overwhelming is the worst way to start
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Life. Fires burn inside your soul
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the need to cause disruption.
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Fires burn inside your soul
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the fear to cause corruption.
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Sacrifice your salvation to escape from isolation.
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The gun will recognize your soul¡¯s disguise.
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Sacrifice your salvation to escape from isolation.
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I will recognize your soul¡¯s disguise.
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Send out the jackals I¡¯m no longer prey.
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Tighten your shackles, your life ends today.
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Send out the jackals I¡¯m no longer prey.
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Tighten your shackles, there¡¯s no need to stay.
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Send out the jackals I¡¯m no longer prey.
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Tighten your shackles my word is the way.
|
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Stand atop your marble altar
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and praise the sins that come before you.
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Face the madness, heal the scars
|
this stormy night will reveal what¡¯s true.
|
The anguish, the sins, the life long pain
|
the fault¡¯s all yours, you¡¯re no longer pure.
|
Innocence ceases with the falling rain.
|
For your evil ways I can see no cure.
|
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Send out the jackals
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I¡¯m no longer prey.
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Tighten your shackles
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your life ends today.
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And you stand atop your marble altar
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and look at what you¡¯ve done.
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Look what you've done.
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Cry in vain as you falter
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as I fly up to the sun.
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Religion.
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Heaven won¡¯t accept you. Hell will now reject you.
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Religion.
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Heaven won¡¯t accept you. Hell will now reject you.
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Lost in a world with the ones you slew,
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there¡¯s none left to do.
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The Night¡¯s Storm
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| Dirge |
