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By Byzantine, Crank the ratchet slowly to measure our inequities
Each bone that
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By Byzantine, Driven to the thorn
Unaware of the dying to come
Extinction opens
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By Byzantine, Hail the end time agenda
Bail the black art agenda
He who
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By Byzantine, A fabrication woven from a burning Bush
Sent thousands to expire
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By Byzantine, Genus specialized
Could the unthinkable be alive
Double helix split into two
My
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By Byzantine, It's the beginning of a beautiful end
I drown again just
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By Byzantine, To hold a pen is to be at war
A calculated
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By Byzantine, I breathe alone in silence
I watch the common pass
Lie in
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By Byzantine, Listen closely to the sound of treachery
Look deeply into the
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By Byzantine, Waves of calm they washed me clean
Detached, removed from the
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By Byzantine, I dreamt of heaven once
It was a calm cool and
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By Byzantine, I'm alive and breast feeding the nation
Line up the graves
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By Byzantine, Help I've been detained
By these mountains that so poorly raised
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By Byzantine, I rise above the human follies in my life
You'll see
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By Byzantine, I fire my malice into the crowd
Dispersing empty shells onto
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By Byzantine, Live to disrupt,
I live to destroy
As I target the boiling
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By Byzantine, I've detoxed myself from all life
No one is in my
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By Byzantine, I'm not dead or alive
My thoughts clouded pristine
A static web
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By Byzantine, As I bore for the depths of depravity
A bottomless pit
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By Byzantine, Idle hands are the devils playground
So let us inaugurate this
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By Byzantine, Hunger for what's not there, eyeless congregation
Blessed be unto for
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By Byzantine, Bruising minds burning thoughts over matter
Your knees hit soil you
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By Byzantine, I can't swim against these waters
I can't keep afloat my
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By Byzantine, I got the news today I've lost faith somewhere along
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By Byzantine, Many a man bear the scars of laboring to pay
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By Byzantine, [Instrumental]
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By Byzantine, Witch hunt is over
Six lives are over
Look to the
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By Byzantine, A rumble in distance mechanical whine
So our lights can shine
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By Byzantine, Condensed debris compressed into a world
Circling star cutting a path
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By Byzantine, Welcome to the skin you wear again
The weeping wound you
