Listen closely to the sound of treachery
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Look deeply into the eyes of lechery
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All fall to knees being to worship me
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The brazen son of man I shine of pure idolatry
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The trouble with your prayers are that they reek of last resorts
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I waste not tears on hollow grief
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In a city without dogs the wolves become the overseers
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It takes a thief to catch a thief
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Pain lays not its touch upon the children born of shame
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Your faith awaits to be unearthed
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Release the blackened dove for there was never light above
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panning for echoes never birthed
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Life, liberty, and the pursuit of ignorance
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[Solos OJ, Skip, Wolfe, Tony]
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I shall feel nothing no compassion exorcised form me
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My mortal coil laid aside no emotions ever to bequeath
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Deep End of Nothing
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