Oh, little figures that toil under weather and sun
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Your backbreaking labor is earning you nothing but hopes undone
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Here nothing is sacred; what pride there is left will not hold
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The price of your failure is shown in the trinkets that weigh you down
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I'm swimming in obscenity that gives me not one second's peace
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Mirror all my faults and flaws, crack jokes at all that I'm made of
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Weeping in our restless sleep, we're dreaming of lucidity and peace
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All good withers and dies
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We seized it all, only to let go
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The empty winners drowning in the flow
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We are all forlorn
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Riddle is solving itself as I kneel and devour
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The strength of the terror will never relieve you of crawling on
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Small voices are prying at secrets I don't want to share
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Pathetic and sweet, all remorse is cut off with the leech that bleeds me
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All good withers and dies in our hands
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We seized it all, only to let go
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The empty sinners drowning in the flow
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I'm swimming in obscenity that gives me not one second's peace
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Mirror all my faults and flaws, crack jokes at all that I'm made of
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The silent heartstone at my feet: we're gagged and bound and incomplete
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Nothing holds in what we are, our filth and greed has come too far
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The great deceit, the greater made by truth well hid in words and shades
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Ten letters on my stony bed to witness every mouthful fed
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'Cause I am the one who will rip you apart
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So die
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Omnivore
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| Madder Mortem |
