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Each passing day encourages our proclivity
for doing harm. Is there a line to stop an atrocity?

Have we crossed it?
I have to wonder.
These lives we've ended,
Can we condone them?
Our quest is ceaseless
but that's the problem.
There doesn't seem to be a resolution.

Belief is fading.
compassion burning.
my heart becoming.
A heart of fucking worms.

Don't let emotion consume you.
His holy power run through you.
Make the obsession devour you.
And throw your conscience to the wind.

I will do as commanded
in the name of the lord we suffer for,
no matter what is commanded,
because I can't ignore my God.

Can't you see this is just a game
that we play to achieve immorium.
If you can't find the will to sacrifice
we'll find another who will take your place.

You're not the first motherfucker to back out from the show
if you don't reconsider we'll keep chasing till you fucking behave yourself.

I dread to think of all the pain that's yet to be in the future
if I bend the knee.
Is there no shortcut back to reality?

I dread to think of all the pain that's yet to be in the future
if I bend the knee.
Is there no shortcut back to reality? (x2)

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