| Nothing To No One |
| | For things to begin, scorch a flame
Your fire merged with sin, gone's the distant liar
Never and never again.
Keep it down from all these raven
Which post-descends creation
What is done is dead
What is done is dead
To be content
beyond abomination
Are you satisfied?
Are you done with this?
The ultimate rebellion
The sacrifice is endless
The ultimate rebellion
Leave nothing to no one
Was it a true life, behind the crumbling walls?
We'll dream an infant illusion
Watching without movement
Desire without heart
It is over and done
It is over and done
Decree for judgments on this
I cannot without eyes
I saw the prophets rising up
That no one sees
Waken to the screams
of our virus soul
Demands and accusations
Was I free?
These are the outer centers, our bitter detonation
They will find us still in action, glitters of resolve
Take the burden off me
Lead me to my grave |
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