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A death wish for the weak    
Another fateless
Effigy for the masses †
Crucify †
The sense of hope we hold inside †
Breakaway from the †
Persona †
The fallen idol of exuberance †
The empty promise of deliverance †
Another decorated lie †
That leaves us bleeding to †
DIE! †
Die for remittance †
Sell away your fucking existence †
Your scarlet seeds of hate and †
You're not worth anything in this †
World †
Has nothing more to offer †
Nothing else that you can buy †
Distasteful †
Carcasses become your alter †
The delicious aftermath of business †
Strictly †
For vanity and honor †
Have no price †
In the colour of death †
We will print a new life †
And watch the world gladly buy and †
DIE! †
Die for remittance †
Sell away your fucking existence †
Your scarlet seeds of hate and †
You're not worth anything so †
DIE! †
Die for remittance †
Sell away the one thing that keeps you here †
Your final moments gambling †
The only thing that keeps you alive †
Resent the way †
Life has led you astray †
Become one with your apathy †
A speck of dust in history †
They'll take your will †
Your life is worthless †
Still, there's a chance you'll spend your final days †
With your heart unsold and your blood not stained †
They're reaping off' their servants weeping †
The plight of the observers of the truth usurpers †
Never has death greed and envy ever been so friendly †
This exchange is not a barter we're seven billion martyrs †
Behold destitution in the guise of restitution †
The payment is the venom that clouds your cerebellum †
We're slaves to the system †
Unchecked schism †
Fates of the misguided shall never stand united.
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Published | Edited 14th Apr 2020
Author's Note
Second track by Tyrannizer. Inspired by a daylight tragedy. I was on my way to lunch when an aged man snipped his elbow's veins while trying to scale a jagged canal wall. I tied his wound up and rushed him to a hospital. When I finally did make it to lunch my clothes were covered in blood. The song isn't about him, though.
Lyrics, arrangement and backing vocals are Mine.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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