| Incinerate the never-ending cycle of anything viable |
| I am the canvas, spectrum of darkness, an unholy heartless |
| Falling down short, point-blank through the soulless |
| If I'm a goner, then you're coming with me |
| There's more to life than a cathedral of lies |
| We're the truth that unties |
| Theoretical concepts with logical mindsets |
| This is a bomb, whether right or wrong |
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| (So don't listen to their cheats and curses) |
| Stick it up your ass if you think I'm gonna pass |
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| We're black on black, detonate the sack |
| Hard to the core, incognito galore |
| If you had thought for a second |
| We're a force to be reckoned with |
| Count your lucky stars |
| We're black on black, it don't mean jack |
| Silence is pure, we attack more and more |
| Watch it all ignite, let it hit just right |
| Wipe out the nation, scream the land's creation |
| It's black on black, detonate with the pack now |
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| Set the world on fire |
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| Let me reiterate the point of objection |
| I am the destruction, you're my checkmate |
| It may be now or never, better it soon than later |
| And watch the world die by the creator |
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| (So don't listen to their cheats and curses) |
| Stick it up your ass if you think I'm gonna pass |
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| We're black on black, detonate the sack |
| Hard to the core, incognito galore |
| If you had thought for a second |
| We're a force to be reckoned with |
| Count your lucky stars |
| We're black on black, it don't mean jack |
| Silence is pure, we attack more and more |
| Watch it all ignite, let it hit just right |
| Wipe out the nation, scream the land's creation |
| It's black on black, detonate with the pack now |
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| Holy Lord, we're about to dance |
| Dance with the crypt that's corrupted |
| Hollow and bleak, it's disrupted by the seams |
| (Hello) |
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| Evil finds a way to drown the |
| Cries for help when they're coming down |
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| May the ceremony emasculate the pain |
| Have it all by the time the sun sets, boiling your dismay |
| Casting your silhouette, hooked and left to die |
| Let them declare you are deprived |
| Sound the alarms, let the door come crashing down |
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| Mask your emotional decline from the devil's own hands |
| Let them take your arm, dancing prairies made of sand |
| Play time 'til your blood runs thinner |
| Deeper goes the cut, time for dinner with the lambs |
| Rusty clams, losing deep, dividing you without a damn |
| Preach the pain, new life remains |
| Everything's fading to black |
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| (So don't listen to their cheats and curses) |
| Stick it up your ass if you think I'm gonna pass |
|
| We're black on black, detonate the sack |
| Hard to the core, incognito galore |
| If you had thought for a second |
| We're a force to be reckoned with |
| Count your lucky stars |
| We're black on black, it don't mean jack |
| Silence is pure, we attack more and more |
| Watch it all ignite, let it hit just right |
| Wipe out the nation, scream the land's creation |
| It's black on black, detonate with the pack now |
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