(We burn black candles and project vicious things)
Burn your altars
(We burn black candles and project vicious things)
Build your coffins
Atheism strictness tossed askew
Forfeit to hatred's throne
Projections like ejaculations stick
Fertilize and flourish
Gifted in the darkness absent idols
Anti-Theist weaponry
(The) unexpected hexes of inception
Invert the curse of fame
If there are doubts
(Just) glance at the wreckage in its wake
If there are doubts
Glance at the wreckage in its wake
Never see the same again
The sliver caught behind the pitched eyes
Has risen three times from death
And has seen the truth of ambulances
Overrated yet informative
Insensitive to consequences whence immersed
Until it strikes the shell and organs
And infuriates (the) riddled violence further
Like a drug addiction but worse
(A) vicious cycle rumbling under flesh
Bleeding out in rivulets in name

To fill in the gaps, to fill in the lapse
Of the wreckage, in the past
To fill in the gaps, to fill in the lapse
Of the wreckage, in the past
Never think the same again
The whole of what's behind the eyes has risen
You get the shovel (and) I'll dig the hole
You get the shovel (and) I'll dig the hole
And rise
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Sub-extolled, historic, hated, (and) feared
The price is steep

Atheism strictness tossed aside
Forfeit to billowing smoke
Face-in-mirror lunacy examination
Dwelling on the signals
Projections like ejaculations stick
Cum in shadowed shadow
Keep this ugly story to yourself
Production of the art's best
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And worst results
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The accurate bring the worst results
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The accurate bring the worst results
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The accurate bring the worst results