Go to your home
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And light a candle
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Shut down your eyes
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And make a prayer
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And muddy stare
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And there's no soul
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And only fear...
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Blood runs cold in veneration
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Black precipice of insane is close
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For punishment fear rise on your knees
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Glorification word exalt by lips...
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Psychosis...
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Abulia...
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You're dying from someone's idea
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Idea of rescuing of the world
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Your mother cries,
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But you are smiling
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You have refused
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From thy world!
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Has taken in hands
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Insanity seeds
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For weak-willed minds
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Has prepared a lot!
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... Years are passing,
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But there's no omen
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Idea - is terrible lie
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There is a dull ache
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Grows in perception
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This is your rack -
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It's all your life
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You can not suffer
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Such pain as truth
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And you've understood but late,
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That there is an exit:
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Death...
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Disangelist (Bad Religion)
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Lead Weight |