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V.I.T.R.I.O.L
03:23
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Hear us claw at the gates. Let us in, let us circle our prey.
Throw down the gauntlet - lo and behold;
we'll swallow you whole.
Hell-bent and broken,
once dreamers now awoken.
Starving in the womb,
clawing from within.
So eager to get out, but now I'm dying to get in.
Insane. I'm going insane - at last.
When nothing is whole, hollow turn holy
and chokes on the guilt ever so slowly.
We're well on way towards an early grave, and we've already lost so we got nothing to save.
Woe, unto the coming of the night.
Woe, unto a sudden break of light.
Woe, unto the shifting of the sands.
Woe, unto the life held in your hands.
Woe, we become nothing at all.
Woe to the world V.I.T.R.I.O.L!
Hear us claw at the gates.
Let us all in to die in disgrace.
We've lost shape, we've lost time
and now we're losing our minds.
We're slowly going under.
I've lost so much more than I ever knew I had.
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WASTE
03:55
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Another night, a new defeat.
Fighting for our lives in soaking sheets.
How they tower, the walls we've built.
And now we dwell here
six feet deep in guilt.
All for naught, all in vain.
We try so hard to feign
a calm and trouble-free
life wrapped in ecstasy.
Humanity, I've lost all faith in you.
(it was) a naïve dream that we never could get through.
Time to let go.
It's the end and we'll face it alone.
No more threads to pull.
No amount of penance or gold
can buy our way out.
Through the sins of seven, you pray to heaven.
Conceited you watch the world burn.
When massive delusions become perfect solutions
I too want to watch the world burn.
No, we didn't become this. We were always waste.
All for naught all in vain.
we've tried so hard to feign
a calm and trouble-free
life wrapped in ecstasy.
Now there are no more threads to pull.
no, it's just us against the world.
Time to let go.
It's the end and we'll face it alone.
No more threads to pull.
No amount of penance will hold.
Let's burn it all down.
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THE DESTROYER
03:34
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Go ahead and sink me - let me reach the bottom.
Hoist me up, let me rot. Nail me to a cross.
Spread my words with the winds - let them be forgotten.
Rip me down and cut me open,
leave me battered, bruised and broken.
Yeah!
I've found peace in feeling fucking hollow.
Self loathing as vigour for the sallow.
A useless seed on a leached field,
a life's work without a yield.
It's all for one and none for all.
One last attempt, though forlorn
what's a breeze against a storm?
Destroyer, wake over us all.
So claim you have never contemplated suicide.
You must be blind to the world around you.
It's either that or you believe in your own lies.
Yeah!
God damn, let's set the world on fire.
Hallelujah, hail the great destroyer.
Yeah!
I've found peace in feeling fucking hollow.
Self loathing as vigour for the sallow.
A useless seed on a leached field,
a life's work without a yield.
It's all for one and none for all.
One last attempt, though forlorn
but what's a breeze against a storm?
Destroyer, wake over us all.
The self-made messiah
gave birth to the end!
Hail the end!
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