A skeleton made of houses
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Something out of the nothingness
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Will be born
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Asleep for a thousand years
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Taking form
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Stone by stone
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Stone by stone
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Something is starting to breathe
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Something is coming alive
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What which should never be
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Spawned by the demon seed
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Don't let the fetus survive
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Spine that is twisted
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Winded and withering
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A mouth full of war
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Contorted and gibbering
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Fist full of promises
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Cracking and splintering
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Her Claws will be made of missiles
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Machine guns and aeroplanes
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Blood stains and honest faces
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Stone by stone
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Veins will be made of highways
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Telephone wires
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Entangle the mire below
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Stone by stone
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Something is starting to feed
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Something beginning to thrive
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Don't set the demon free
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Don't let it ever be
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Don't let it eat us alive
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Bullets and war faces
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Twisting and tattering
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Towers are shaking
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Unmaking and shattering
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Gears of the gold machine
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Quaking and clattering
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Feeding on hate
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Feeding on innocence
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Feeding on weakness
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Feeding on violence
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Feeding on hope
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Feeding on need
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Feeding on charity
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Feeding on greed
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Feeding on lies
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Feeding on tears
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Feeding on bad intent
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Feeding on fear
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Feeding on you
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Feeding on me
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Feeding on everyone
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Feeding on everything
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The grand tribulation
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Elation of misery
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The devils gestation
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We tend through the centuries
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A surrogate sanctum
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In spiraling entropy
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Feed, Part I: Stone By Stone
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| Dead Soul Tribe |
