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A word means so little,
To voice anything leads to lies,
We all fight so hard to be what flashes in our minds,
But we truly are nothing but empty vowels,
And consonants screaming at our own sins and crimes.

We will never be free of what God made us,
Unless we sever the connection and ties that bind,
Not til then can we truly be human.

Each drop falls,
Like the beat of a drum,
Forming a line that grows to a pool,
Straight to hell we fall,
The world is dead,
The only thing left is for us to finally accept its over,
The 2000 year reign has come to an end.

Fall down and beg
And we will be nothing more then what we've always feared.
Fall down with me give your blood right here,
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