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A sky red from the blood |
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Rose cheeks dull from the mud |
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Hands worn through from the sludge |
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A self no longer begrudged |
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And murder is a potion of love |
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Sacrifice devotion thereof |
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And he without sin never was |
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Now a changing of the guard has begun |
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A kingdom that belies the internal |
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Is a prison of the mind that's infernal |
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And eternal is the lie turned plague |
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So I've dug this grave so my truth won't fade |
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I feel the war paint on my face |
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I feel the ground tremble and quake |
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I feel my heart sync to the pace that these war drums make |
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I feel alive and awake |
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And all I see is war path ahead of me |
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Each and every step I welcome readily |
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And if my lack of fear bring the death of me |
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Let the spirits of my ancestors envelop me |
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So know this is that armageddon coming |
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A flood that goes beyond the refuge high upon the summit |
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A sun become hole, black hold on consumption |
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Spun inside itself into a beacon that has summoned |
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That creature of the deep that leaves a pit inside your stomach |
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That rumbling beneath that bodes arrival from above, and |
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That nature of the beast that feeds upon the will to numb it |
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That monster brought the seed of life, well now I have become it |
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And I feel like I've got a gun |
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Like I've been changed more ways than one |
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And this whole world has just begun |
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And it's so nice to meet me |
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A self once masked by these stains |
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That filth washed out with the rain |
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When I'm done only thing that remains |
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Is a tombstone etched with my name |
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Look into a face that has changed |
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Recognize the corpse in that grave |
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Resurrect, what's lost can be saved |
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I am now free, once slave |
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And I am not a part of a game |
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I am not a moth to a flame |
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I am both man and brigade |
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I won't be denied or restrained |
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I am what the weak can't obtain |
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I am what survives if it's slain |
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I am rest in peace if you aim |
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No I am not built of the same |
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And I feel like I've got a gun |
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Like I've been changed more ways than one |
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And this whole world has just begun |
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And it's so nice to meet me |
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Behold a pale horse in my gaze |
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High upon it Death in a rage |
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He said he had the truth that I crave |
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So my sword through his chest I gave |
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Ain't no one command I behave |
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Never put my faith in plans best laid |
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And I don't follow rules that you made |
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I think it's time I set this whole bitch ablaze |
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On the precipice of slaughter is the Lord |
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Angels and those demons come together with a cause |
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And I don't think you really know the meaning of a storm |
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Let this serve a lesson on the essence of reform |
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Hatred without focus make the eager man fall |
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Violence without purpose make the mighty man small |
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Vengeance without mercy leave the noble man flawed |
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And insurrection mounts behind those battle lines drawn |
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But future is beholden to the present moment cast |
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And prudence don't repeat the futile habits of the past |
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And courage is to he that sheds his skeletons as last |
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These trains of thought now heading toward a devastating crash |
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Bloodshed to that order like a flower to a thorn |
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Beauty know perfection like a child know the law |
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And I advise you heed these words enlightened and forewarned |
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Truth in what you are an oath of life to which I've sworn |
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And I feel like I've got a gun |
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Like I've been changed more ways than one |
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And this whole world has just begun |
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And it's so nice to meet me |