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FORMING TALES OF
THAT WILL THE
FILTH FILLED WHORES
THAT ME

I WILL CALL ON THESE INFESTERS
OF EMOTION, FROM THE BLACK BRUISED & WILLING

BARE YOUR MINDS
THAT FOR MANKIND
I WILL CALL THE
OF THE ONE WE

TO LEAVE THE NORM, FOR THE OF ANOTHER
YOURE BOUND & TIED TO THE OF OUR FATHER
A USELESS GOD WATCHES YOU IN PAIN
WHEN ONLY ONE BRINGS DOWN EVERYTHING

I'D MY SOUL TO SEE THE SHELL OF WHO YOU USED TO BE
I'D SELL MY TO KNOW THAT YOU HATE ME

I WILL CALL ON FAITHLESS INFESTERS
OF HEARTLESS
THE BLACK BRUISED & WILLING
TO THE NORM
FOR THE WARMTH OF
YOURE AND TIED
TO THE OF OUR FATHER

I DRAGGED YOUR SOUL TO THE ASUNDER
FORGIVING THE LOST, AMONG THE OF DESIRE
INCASED OUR MINDS TO ERASE FAILURE
INCASE OUR TO MOVE ON TO ANOTHER