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This is the dying age. |
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This is controlled restraint. |
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This is the future shock, as we become hollow. |
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This the dying wave that brings a new tomorrow. |
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This is the fallen rain. |
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These are the broken days. |
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I spend my life of confusion in pain. |
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As if to make the lunatic, look sane. |
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Kings afraid of guillotines, cower in the shadows. |
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As they bring the faithful from their knees to exterminate their power. |
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This is the frozen phase. |
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This is a chosen rage. |
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Hoping that the wounds will fester and drain. |
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Hoping in our present state of pure distain. |
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Kings afraid of guillotines, cower in the shadows. As they bring the faithful from their knees to exterminate their power. |
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Exterminate, exterminate, exterminate, exterminate, exterminate, exterminate, exterminate, exterminate, exterminate. |
