50 lines
1.3 KiB
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50 lines
1.3 KiB
Plaintext
[Verse 1:]
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Sweet caress grazes my skin. It's loveless, these hooks sink in.
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Behind an angel's disguise, an insect preys.
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Mandibles cut like a knife, a reckoning.
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[Pre-Chorus 1:]
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Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds. Louder the tattered wings they sound.
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Descending down.
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[Chorus 1:]
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Down they come, the swarm of locusts. Skies above converge to choke us.
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Feast of souls consume the harvest. Young and old, suffer unto the locust.
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[Verse 2:]
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Surrender, these veins are bled. Devoured, nothing sacred. Strings pull the marionettes.
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See how they dance upon the winds that beget our pestilence.
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[Pre-Chorus 1]
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[Chorus 1]
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[Interlude 1:]
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Forming clouds
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Their shadow shrouds
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Louder the tattered wings they sound
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Descending down
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Down they come
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The swarm of locusts
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Skies above
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Converge to choke us
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Feast of souls
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Consume the harvest
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Young and old
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Suffer unto the locust
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Bleeding from my eyes, this plague is sent to erase us.
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Bleeding from inside, these vermin can't infiltrate us.
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[Interlude 2:]
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Faith appears, and holds a candle. Hark, the angels sing.
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[Pre-Chorus 2:]
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Forming clouds, their shadow shrouds. Louder the tattered wings they sound.
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[Chorus 2:]
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Tear the veil, the lies derail. Purity ever will prevail. Trumpets sound the shattered crown.
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Halos of truth now they surround. The charade comes down.
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[Chorus 1] |