[instrumental]
We are the hatred
Lucifer's fury combined
We are the
The seductive charm of innocence
Rapes your train of thought
Like the wicked rule the weak
Like all conquerors have
Call me what you will, but i'll not die for
Heightened pleasure, blackened name
Cataclysmic rush, engulfs thy veins
Fallin
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