| Dig deeper than the surface
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| Find there’s nothing but pain and burden
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| The scale is tilted at the reapers hand
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| Since inception, flesh is ruled by death
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| The march sustains against our fellow man
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| Hear the sound, the echo of intolerance
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| The land of attrition and pain
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| Step back, their hate is innate
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| Natural effect of a fucking cult
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| Morals gagged and hung by the throat
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| Block out all sound and reason
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| With every inch of me, I’ll ensure you’re beaten
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| Dig deeper than the surface
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| Find there’s nothing but pain and burden
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| The scale is tilted at the reapers hand
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| Since inception, flesh is ruled by death
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| Social construct of a hateful bow
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| Your legion, I’ll overthrow
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| Die by your weapon, your sword is dull
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| Redemption shot right through your skull
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| Frozen is your courage to speak out
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| You’ll live in fear just as you were found
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| No platform for you to stand tall
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| Your leaders fucking fall
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| Dig deeper than the surface
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| You’ve caused nothing but pain and burden
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| Your reaping’s over, the scale even
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| New inception, you’re ruled by death
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| Your ideals will leave the earth
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| Nowhere to turn, you’ll fucking burn
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| Your grave is dug, now lay in it
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| Your reign is over, Judiciary verdict |