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THE BLASPHEMY OF ENEMIES

I need to know if you've ever touched the
�� roof of your mouth with a barrel of a
�� gun
And if you felt the tears slide from your
�� eyes as you looked at the final fading
�� of the sun?
DROWNING IN THE SERMON OF YOUR MISERY
IN THE GRASP OF YOUR OWN PERSONAL AGONY
When you have died a thousand times to
�� rise again in a world choking on fucking
�� blood

then you will know what it's like
to fade away within the night
far from any kind of light
RED ON BLACK ON TAPESTRIES

The blasphemies
Of enemies
Standing at the gallows
Like looking out a window
At the blasphemies
Of enemies

Have you ever tasted the iron on your
�� tongue leaking from your skull from the
�� bullet?
But I will never waste anymore time on
�� more broken and such pathetic
�� laments
NO TOLERANCE, CAN YOU FEEL THE GRAVITY
THAT GROWS AND GROWS WITH ABSOLUTE VILLAINY?
I find myself giving back into hope when I
�� know that nobody fucking shouldn't

then you lie to me once more
and leaving me with no time to mourn
just a shell bleeding and torn
FEED THE QUILL OF TRAGEDIES

The blasphemies
Of enemies
Standing at the gallows
Like looking out a window
At the blasphemies
Of enemies

The leeches in the SHALLOWS
HALLOWED with the dead in shadows
Where we WALLOW at the end
FOLLOW to Diablo's MAESTRO

I HAVE
BECOME
NOTHING
MORE THAN
I WAS

F U C K

The blasphemies
Of enemies
Standing at the gallows
Like looking out a window
At the blasphemies
Of enemies
The blasphemies
Of enemies
Standing at the gallows
Like looking out a window
At the blasphemies
Of enemies