Face your demise

Like a principled thing of fate,

Bracing everything for the fire

Save your excuses

No one’s going to rescue you

They were far too late to try to

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Come on, We seek

To grant You your audience

Revel and thank the stars that we do

We are the beasts you called to mete justice

We are the things

That beckoned to you

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Standing at the edifice of – your wild imagination

No one was quite so two-faced; yeah we both know what’s next to come

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Come on, We seek

To grant You your audience

Revel, and thank the stars that you’re dead

We are the beasts who

Dwelled in your judgments

We are the fiends

You beckoned instead

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Look at my face

Do i seem very human to you

This is what was meant by the fire

Every blade you dig into me

Feeds the embers

Of my dark desires

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My dark desires

Now —

Feed —

Your —

Self—