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°¡¼ö: In Fear And Faith

Hell rains upon me
With the reigns of atomic end
It doesn¡¯t matter what I believe
Cause in the end it¡¯s all about the means
These winds are no longer safe for breathing
They convey the fatal blow
But a vessel that special delivers its poisons,
They¡¯re flowing straight into my lungs
I should have know that it would end this way
But I was locked up, shut down, shoving it all away
I was in denial
And now know you¡¯re all guilty too
You¡¯re all fucking guilty

There¡¯s a sickness in my body
Every pore, every aperture, an avenue
For the life to escape it's host
Everything I touch I leave my husk behind
Empty bones and undertones of fumes that sear my soul,
I¡¯ll repair these tattered lungs
With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue

I¡¯m too sick to move
I¡¯m too weak to make it through
The soil I lay upon has been polluted with the truth
And I¡¯m too sick to move
Arms made of lead along with a shortness of breath,
Brought on by armies of dead men
With no sense of regret

There¡¯s a sickness in my body
Every pore, every aperture, an avenue
For the life to escape it's host
Everything I touch I leave my husk behind
Empty bones and undertones of fumes that sear my soul,
I¡¯ll repair these tattered lungs
With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue

Now my lungs, are filled with a creeping dose of
Bitter disgust, for the world I used to trust

The world has yet to see, what can truly be unleashed
When you fuck with the, intercontinental travesty

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A Creeping Dose
In Fear And Faith

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