Don't you trust that wicked lie
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(THEY SELL FOR FREE)
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Human hangers are just nature's novelty.
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I'll protect you make good with all I have
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(WE WONT LOSE THIS FIGHT)
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I'll remind you
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Here is the truth
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Your mirror is the falsest god you'll ever know.
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It has no soul and envies the pulse beneath your throat.
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But gods they die slow
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Before we commit deicide
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Trust your eyes
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And I will not let you fall.
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It's not fair in the way that you judge your self
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They parade bones and skin on the cover page.
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If we have to choose deicide
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(IF THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED)
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God is biting the curb.
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Just say the word and ill dance through glass,
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Cut through the pain to show you how it teaches resolve,
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I wont let them hollow out your hope
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But gods die slow
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Before we commit deicide
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Trust your eyes
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And I will not let you
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Fall despite where you might jump from.
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Gods will fall before I let you disappear inside this syndrome
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(I'VE COME FOR YOUR BLOOD)
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Idols made of conceit will meet their end.
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I've climbed through the skies
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And I stand here before you
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Have you not heard me pleading?
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This is the way this story ends
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So I've come for your blood
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And whatever else there is
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I'm not taking your jive this is deicide,
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Yeah, your gonna pay for your wicked tongue,
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Bleed you till your bone dry.
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A Sleepwalking Atheist
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| Amplexus |
