Dress me in your cloak, induct me into your cult.
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Use an open tomb as my throat,
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the laws that I live by will not replace the reason he died,
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brainwash me with set standards and a loss of hope.
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Then put me under this microscope.
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Do I fit the perfect description?
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Poster boy for your artificial religion.
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Do I fit the perfect description? Never!
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You filled the world with fervent deceit,
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now the serpent and the servant meet.
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Behold your end when you seduce with corruption.
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False light draws false life.
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When the depths have risen we will bring down the heavens.
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The laws that I live by will not replace the reason he died.
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Brainwash with set standards.
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False light draws false life.
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Hell Must Fear Me! Hell must fear us all.
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Serpent servant, bring your fury.
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Hell must fear me!
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The Serpent Servant
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| Impending Doom |
