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I overhear chattering deep in the walls,
Their crippled whispers are a scourge to my thoughts,
A distant calling, a traitor for all,
I believe nothing as this logic is false,
The treason's enduring, the treachery's potent.

There is desire within this disease,
A pitchless calling to relinquish our fear,
Crawling infections we are,
Crawling in filth of our own,
Do you see the enemy?

And I will never break the surface I made,
A residual piety,
And I'm sure that the promises said,
Are dying words of the blind,
There is hope in the blood that is shed,
Seduce vermin with it,
Drown in this, drown in lust,
And believe in me...

The needle teeth smiles,
The laughter of knives,
Your perception ends with the perfect pretence,
As you follow the cause for no reason at all,
This treachery, will follow me.

And I will never break the surface I made,
A residual piety,
And I'm sure that the promises said,
Are dying words of the blind,
There is hope in the blood that is shed,
Seduce vermin with it,
Drown in this, drown in lust,
And believe in me...

Confide in truth that assails your belief,
And forget us... Now!
Confide in truth that assails your belief,
You hear the voices that heartless surmise,
Doubt, doubt.

And I will never break the surface I made,
A residual piety,
And I'm sure that the promises said,
Are dying words of the blind,
There is hope in the blood that is shed,
Seduce vermin with it,
Drown in this, drown in lust,
And believe in me...

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