Lech

I Know Why Judas Wept, Motherfucker

The fires burn on the summit, shining a light on the ones I've killed

Survivor's Guilt, undetermined- I could murder the world in all the blood I've spilled

Banishment/Sequestered and Conquered

To hell with your intelligence/Just figure out your common sense

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I will eat the skins of my brothers- the alabaster bones will make a perfect wall

Can I fill the cracks of these feelings

With every terrible piece or maybe nothing at all?

Selfishness/Take credit for everything

What more could you ask for? And does it matter anymore?

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Can you feel the cold? Fortune never favors the Old

Tired of defending myself/Go complain to somebody else… somebody else

The monsters in your madness are the voices in your head

They're scratching at your windows as you hide beneath the bed

You live like fucking heathens so you'll die like pagan gods

In between the poisons and the pure

Contagions and the cure

NINE- FOR- SURE

I got a bone that's dead inside of me

It's a rotting sick that I don't need

Feel free to vent your denigration

I can't believe I'm saying this

I'll live with my regrets. I'll die by my decisions

I'm not your fucking superstar

Keep it close- you're going way too far

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