Run, you putrid lifeless holes of sickening discrepancies defining your own true kind We have a law, unwritten but traditional the pinnacle of retribution’s firm right hand
Sown the seed, make me breathe, take my hands and make me believe
Wild, breaking my soul, hate to behold, Break my soul Why do we have to believe that our angels and demons fight for control
Of My Soul
Now, before anyone gets the wrong idea, my point must not be misconstrued What I’m trying to say here is not a diatribical attack on the faith I know that some of you hold
What I mean is what I see is that we should agree to disagree
Wild, breaking my soul, hate to behold, Break my soul Why do we have to believe that our angels and demons fight for control
Of my soul
Walk alone
I’ve become what you’ve most feared, eyes to see and a mouth to hear
Wild, breaking my soul, hate to behold, Break my soul Why do we have to believe that our angels and demons fight for control
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