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End this debate. No need to dream of solace |
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I'll be your truth in this game that is life |
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Your will withering away |
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Among the comatose but insight's not your fate |
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Minds align to fire the sequence |
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You will feel the knife as it turns |
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Taste visions of ruin and thirst |
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Make for save haven but I will find you first |
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Capitulate, you know this fight is over |
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Spiritual flesh, my stomach starts to churn |
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A perfected mindjack. Confirmed illusion |
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Euphoric state. You gag, you choke |
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Words, virus. They echo in your ears |
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True bliss through bondage and oh here come the tears |
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I find my joy in fear |
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A soul cadaver I'm the hurt that finds you first |
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Capitulate |
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Hide. You'll be mine either way |
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Grind my teachings on the soulless |
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In a sense, devastations structure bleeding through my sermon |
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The repose of true angels paves my way to power |
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Parasite a state of which you'll be proud |
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Under my soothing shroud |
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Innocence? |
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This systems roaring howl |
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Deafens all reason |
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Questions reduced to silence |