Lay waste torn asunder weak and lost in the past.
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Obfuscates the self mind, ripped it away.
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Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun god.
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I think not, serpent get thee behind me.
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Eradicated your somnambulant enigma.
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This field has lain fallow, won't erode,
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won't soak up the sediment from your poisoned mind.
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No, I won't soak up your misery,
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won't soak up your weakness, won't soak up your banality.
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Taste vanadium, wide awake realizing what you've done.
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Taste the frost, you chose your own death you know that you choose well.
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I hate myself but not as much as I hate you.
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Tear yourself down.
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Resurrection #9
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| Burn The Priest |
