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W.T.F D00d
03:36
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We travel down this
long and winding road.
Pitch black dark engulfs
us as we sit not quite alone.
We reach a forgotten
Grave stone over grown
With weeds and moss.
We hear his haunted moan.
His heart still exists forgotten.
His heart beats no longer
But his eyes still shine with life
On this road his spirits walking
All alone he's lost in eternal darkness
We clear the moss on his
Forgotten grave
To reveal that the stone
Bares no name.
We travel down
This long and winding road
Pitch black dark engulfs
Us as we sit not quite alone.
His voice rings out alone
His voice rings out alone
On this road his spirits walking
All alone he's lost in eternal darkness
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Martyrs
03:57
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This city crumbles as
Martyrs embrace the
Cold clutches of death
It burns like Rome and
I am Nero
Playing the devil's fiddle
The sky turns to black
And blood rains down
Poured from the bowls of wrath
Soaking everything in death.
As seven serpents rear their heads
From the lake of fire
As the whore of Babylon
Sits upon the seven headed
Beast of revelations.
Trample the cross under foot!
I have renounced every ounce of my faith
In a god who if existed went unannounced
Release your demons for the reckoning is calling your name
Release your demons for the reckoning is calling your name
An angel with black wings
Draws a sword of flame
And with a single swipe damns
Humanity to an eternity
Of flames licking the flesh
Of sinners as thier screams
Feed the beast numbered six six six
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Broken Pews
06:00
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It was about time
That that old church
Collapsed
Under the wieght
Of it's congregations sins
And how the elders they
All wept at the sight
As they had damned
Their kin
To a world that
Was desolate and cold
The pews all crumble as the foundation
Cracks at fault line it's our time
To create our own lives
And these hymns sung from tired lungs
All the notes fall flat
And the words don't carry as far
When god has abandoned you, what
Will you have left to believe in
When your prayers go unanswered
Who will you turn to when there
Is no one left to rely on but
Your own strength, will you stand
Tall or will you collapse under the wieght of
Your own faults on hollowed ground
Will you give up and be left to turn to dust
The pages of this book
Are burned and charred
The ashes have all
Blown off far
Give up, give up it'll tear you down
When the cross is burned
Will you still bow
On wounded knees to pray
To your deaf god
How long will you wait for an answer
Will you wait for an answer?
The pews all crumble as the foundation
Crack at fault line it's our time
To create our own lives
And these hyms sung from tired lungs
All the notes fall flat
And the words don't carry as far
How strong is your faith
How strong is your love for
A god who's abandoned you
And left you to fend for yourself
In a world that's cast aside
In a world that's cast you into the cold
Will the holes in your palms ever heal,
Will there still be blood in your tears.
Will the holes in your palms ever heal
Will you wait for an answer?
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