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[Verse 1:] |
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Sweet caress grazes my skin. It's loveless, these hooks sink in. |
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Behind an angel's disguise, an insect preys. |
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Mandibles cut like a knife, a reckoning. |
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[Pre-Chorus 1:] |
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Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds. Louder the tattered wings they sound. |
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Descending down. |
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[Chorus 1:] |
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Down they come, the swarm of locusts. Skies above converge to choke us. |
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Feast of souls consume the harvest. Young and old, suffer unto the locust. |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Surrender, these veins are bled. Devoured, nothing sacred. Strings pull the marionettes. |
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See how they dance upon the winds that beget our pestilence. |
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[Pre-Chorus 1] |
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[Chorus 1] |
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[Interlude 1:] |
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Forming clouds |
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Their shadow shrouds |
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Louder the tattered wings they sound |
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Descending down |
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Down they come |
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The swarm of locusts |
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Skies above |
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Converge to choke us |
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Feast of souls |
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Consume the harvest |
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Young and old |
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Suffer unto the locust |
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Bleeding from my eyes, this plague is sent to erase us. |
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Bleeding from inside, these vermin can't infiltrate us. |
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[Interlude 2:] |
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Faith appears, and holds a candle. Hark, the angels sing. |
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[Pre-Chorus 2:] |
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Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds. Louder the tattered wings they sound. |
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[Chorus 2:] |
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Tear the veil, the lies derail. Purity ever will prevail. Trumpets sound the shattered crown. |
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Halos of truth now they surround. The charade comes down. |
