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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sunday at 9
Sunday at 9
Songwriter

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I crave the lies that bring relief,
I am but a worm, but call me Nephilim.
Shivers guide me, beyond belief,
I'm laughing as they die; just let them bleed!
I, as the scoundrel,
I rule them divided,
I blame my fate
on them all.
I, named by thousands,
I've sworn my alliance to the blameworthy as my own.
Come undone.
They come undone.
Written by: Sunday at 9
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