compulsion divine is all we find in these worlds of deception too fragile, too blind, we wander lost in putrefaction full of repulsion and disgust, lambs to the slaughter a misanthropic sickness prevails as chaos fulfills our mortal desires WE DESCEND INTO THE VALLEYS OF LACERATION, we are taking for granted that we once inherited existence to forever live to tell the tale... IN BURNING ENIGMA IM NEXT TO THE END OF THE LINE KNOW THE SCORE... a final nail in the coffin of our unstable destination I feel life breathing down my neck we have signed our own death warrant with other peoples blood I feel life breathing down my neck HOW COULD WE DARE TO EXPECT MERCY FOR FORGIVENESS HAS ITS OWN PRICE vain temptation, my soul is ripped and torn decayed forever, beyond the great divide we fall... conceptual UTOPIA, by the end Im the next one in line down my neck! retribution, my anger is uncontrolled deceived for all time, testimonial curse UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO RETURN TEN FALLEN ANGELS PAVE YOUR WAY... FALL! THEIR HOLLOW VOICES FROM BEYOND, THE POINT OF NO RETURN PROCLAIMING SILENCE FOR OUR SOULS... FALL! FINAL EXTINCTION OF MANKIND... I feel it breathing down my neck! UNDER A SUNDOWN OF THE END, THE POINT OF NO RETURN TEN FALLEN ANGELS PAVE THEIR WAY... FALL! FINAL EXTINCTION OF MANKIND... I feel it breathing down my neck! at the end of the line all we possess is emptiness and regrets I feel life breathing down my neck we are told to remain obedient and faithful even at the hardest of times I feel life breathing down my neck BUT WHY SHOULD WE WANT TO CONTINUE LIVING A LIFE OF DIRT? YOU JUST MEAN NOTHING TO ME!
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