Song | Antithesis |
Artist | Converge |
Album | Caring and Killing |
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Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind. | |
Govern me, kill thy master. | |
You will not enslave me. | |
The root is bitter but the fruit is sweet but not exempt from criticism. | |
Small pox friendship, you die | |
I take. You are the new slave. | |
Don't call me | |
God because | |
I don't have a disease. | |
What is cold to you is love to me. | |
Savior seething rolling you in. | |
Cherub in red said there's nothing to see here. | |
Hallowed be who art in heaven. | |
I refuse to call that fucker by name. |