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FORMING TALES OF
WILL CALL THE
VILE FILLED WHORES
SURROUND ME

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

YOUR WORTHLESS MINDS
THAT BLEED FOR
I WILL THE NAMES
OF THE ONE WE

TO LEAVE THE NORM, FOR THE WARMTH OF
YOURE BOUND & TIED TO THE LIES OF OUR
A USELESS GOD WATCHES YOU SUFFER IN
WHEN ONLY ONE QUESTION DOWN EVERYTHING

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

I CALL ON THESE FAITHLESS INFESTERS
OF EMOTION
FROM THE BLACK & WILLING
TO LEAVE THE
FOR THE WARMTH OF
YOURE AND TIED
TO THE OF OUR FATHER

I YOUR SOUL TO THE UNFORGIVING ASUNDER
FORGIVING THE LOST, AMONG THE MIST OF
INCASED OUR MINDS TO ERASE YOUR
OUR SOUL TO MOVE ON TO ANOTHER