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Thirty Lashes
03:31
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I'll cut the life from your throat,
And pay my penance when the time comes.
In the hopes that when you're gone,
I can finally find my peace.
I pray that the light can wash,
Your blood from my hands.
I pray that the fire,
Can grow and burn for eternity
You and I,
Chained to the same fate.
Suffer underneath the burning light.
I'll follow you into decay.
And salt the ground with dreams and dust.
You will never escape this.
The mind, you poison with hatred.
Your bones, twisting in anguish.
The depths, have patiently waited.
You can't run.
You can't hide.
I'll cut the life from your throat,
And pay my penance when the time comes.
In the hopes that when you're gone,
I can finally find my peace.
I pray that the light can wash,
Your blood from my hands.
I pray that the fire,
Can grow and burn for eternity
I watched the life fade from your eyes.
And I quivered at the sight of it.
Now there's no going back.
Theres no going back.
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Phantom Limb
01:45
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I wish you would have let me die.
Your fingertips gently close my eyes.
Like feathers masking all the pain inside.
I'd give a piece of me to turn back time.
But no love will thrive from here.
The constant deceiving,
and misaligned lust.
No other embrace was ever enough.
Self hatred and loathing is all that I've got.
As the endless reminder of all that I've lost.
I'll hold the memories of,
the warmth of your touch.
And the love in your eyes,
Until it stops my breath.
I still feel you here with me.
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Neverending Story
04:25
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Shrine after shrine to your shapeless god.
Atone and suffer for a worthless cause.
You built your kingdom on the back of hate.
Saints and sinners we all die the same.
You'll find
No solace
In lies
False prophet
Eternity in paradise.
A cowards dream.
Bought and sold.
Afraid, cold, alone, abandoned
Afraid, cold, alone, abandon your faith
Abandon your faith
Starving children cry out,
A casualty for every lie you sold.
Years spent blinded by misled belief,
The oldest story ever told.
Your god is dead.
Blood stains each page of the scripture,
From which you hung your shame.
In the end our bodies,
Line the same shallow graves.
The only difference is the fear,
You gave a self inflicted name
And you'll cling to those words,
The cage where you feel safe.
Follow the shepherd like the cattle you became.
Like the cattle,
Like the cattle.
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While God Sleeps Minnesota
minnesota metalcore
arrold//vocals
eli//guitar
jake//guitar
blake//bass
alex//drums
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