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Murder in the First

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Absolute Hope Absolute Hell


Dear devil, we tried to move them
We had all the facts
They just overruled them
Slaves to the gods they see in the mirror
Self-inflicted prisoners
Alone for another winter, cold forever

Take everything from them!
They are nothing but a pile of possessions
Empty underneath the rubble
Lost in their selfish transgressions
Godless!

Bigot nations, cursed at birth
Wealth to wastelands
Murder in the first
Bigot nations, cursed at birth
Wealth to wastelands
Murder in the first

Pencil pushers and prescription poppers
Take two and call me when you're numb
Or when your mind succumbs
Worship your workshops
Like thoughtless fucking pigeons with your heads cut off
Twitching in a foolish fucking rhythm

Oh child don't look away
I want you to watch the world die
I gave up on living
We should all give death a try

Every last soul, cast into the fire
Watch them burn alive

Halos and horns
We wear the mark of the beast like a crown of thorns
Halos and horns
We weave a masterpiece of deceit and scorn
Halos and horns
We wear the mark of the beast like a crown of thorns
Halos and horns
We weave a masterpiece of deceit and scorn

Oh child don't look away
I want you to watch the world die
I gave up on living
We should all give death a try
[Pre-Breakdown]
Every last soul, cast into the fire
Watch them burn alive!

Dear devil, I fucking quit
You can have this world, it's a piece of shit
Dear devil, I fucking quit
You can have this world, it's a piece of shit

Every last soul, cast into the fire
Watch them burn alive

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