'You learn to keep yourself secluded, Shift the blame to the scapegoat. You point the finger, Other hand at your mens throats. Turning green from these bank notes you feed yourself. Money can’t buy you peace, Money remains as the disease.
Desecrated, not elevated to a plateau Befouled by liars and sadists, But in this animalistic abode, I edge towards temptation Consecrated and desecrated. Your world is run by killers and rapists Thou should not defile my name, I killed god all but not for the fame
I am speaking in tongues.
Unhand your book of lies, and constant contradiction. There must be something in-between your fucking ears. One conforming misleading deceit after another. You’re part of the system, the fucking machine
Now, discard of your fairy tail, Unhand your book of lies. (Book of lies)
Desecrated, not elevated to a plateau, Mislead and deluded. Observe your people. Observe yourself.
Fall before the wretched allied nations. They form as a sancity of pure manipulation.
Watch as they march one by one, spreading lies in unison Unaware and venerable victims, we're awaiting the pitfall
It’s not too late. Unhand your book of lies!
The gods line in excision, execution. Inhale, the pestilent death, Of the Underworld. I admire your fortitude.
Concentrated not elevated, To a plateau, befouled by liars and sadists. But this animalistic abode, Forces temptation I am speaking in tongues. I have become befouled by liars and sadists. Thou shalt not defile my name, I killed god, all but not for the fame.
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