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The sins of the father |
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The sins of the father |
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A family portrait hung upon the wall |
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(Douse the sleeping bodies) |
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Unaware, yet marked for death |
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Cold, sadistic mother |
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Ashes are what she yearns |
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Haunting breeze, weighing down, then crawl away, they left you to drown |
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The depths give up the dead |
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Slit open wrists for the martyred, suffer no more |
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Revolt |
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The pain of their lives you couldn't bear |
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(Couldn't bear) |
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So put out the fires of their souls |
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(Of their souls) |
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Release the pyre from the alter of hell |
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Alone we fall down |
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Silently drown |
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Kill this life again |
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Again |
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Again |
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Again |
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Again |
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Again |
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Again |
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Again |
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Again |
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A failed god, living inside of you, condemned |
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Murdered inside of you |
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Time for reprieve |
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Slit open wrists for the martyred, suffer no more |
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Revolt |
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The pain of their lives you couldn't bear, |
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(Couldn't bear) |
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So put out the fires of their souls |
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(Of their souls) |
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Release the pyre from the alter of hell |
