Father I know that you've witnessed a darkness in me
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Twas spawned in shadows of the old gallow's tree
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I'm but a sad depraved reflection of our inhumanity
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The warped exaggeration of the lost and darkest of dreams
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Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire
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Here now in mankind's bleakest hour
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Born of a casket I'm the heir to a corpse
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I've eyes that see maggots through the thin flesh they bore
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I shall bloody my hands til the last breath be torn from me
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So blindly we walk the winds of these plaged streets
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Dead the once feeling part of me
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O lord divine please break this silence
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Destroy your race of faceless liars
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At the edge of existence
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We the clays of intention have ripened in your image
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Ah the binds of tradition
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Your archaic deception numbs our empty beings
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City that stands on a million graves
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In a world full of hatred to fear enslaved
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Countless the dead slaughtered in your name
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Not a utter of your voice have you once repaid
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No above no below just a man letting go
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When all my earthly desire is disowned
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No screaming sirens should sound
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No revelations profound
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Simply lowered into the ground
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That's just what I'll be dead in the dirt
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So blindly we walk the winds of these plagued streets
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Dead the once feeling park of me
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Bring forth a wrath of cleansing fire
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Here now in mankinds bleakest hour
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O lord divine please break this silence
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Destroy your race of faceless liars
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Necropolis
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Necropolis
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The Black Dahlia Murder |