Dont you trust that wicked lie THEY SELL FOR FREE Human hangers are just natures novelty. Ill protect you make good with all I have WE WONT LOSE THIS FIGHT Ill remind you Here is the truth Your mirror is the falsest god youll ever know. It has no soul and envies the pulse beneath your throat. But gods they die slow Before we commit deicide Trust your eyes And I will not let you fall. Its not fair in the way that you judge your self They parade bones and skin on the cover page. If we have to choose deicide IF THATS WHAT YOU NEED God is biting the curb. Just say the word and ill dance through glass, Cut through the pain to show you how it teaches resolve, I wont let them hollow out your hope But gods die slow Before we commit deicide Trust your eyes And I will not let you Fall despite where you might jump from. Gods will fall before I let you disappear inside this syndrome IVE COME FOR YOUR BLOOD Idols made of conceit will meet their end. Ive climbed through the skies And I stand here before you Have you not heard me pleading? This is the way this story ends So Ive come for your blood And whatever else there is Im not taking your jive this is deicide, Yeah, your gonna pay for your wicked tongue, Bleed you till your bone dry.
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