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The Quill
03:41
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This is the birth of an era. I am the Scribe. Solitude is what I have to / Govern. I am the Scribe.
I can now/ conquer and then condemn
Quill in hand/ I am now stronger than
I can now/ conquer and then condemn
You will feel the wrath of man/ you will feel the neglect/ of /(God)
I have the world in my corner/ I've felt god
we don't need to wait for the fucking approval/ All odds off
We don't have time to admire/ what's been lost
We don't need to wait for the fucking approval/ fold the cards
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The Saint
03:00
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Lies Lead To Moral Corruption
Through deceit you've/ Gained nerve
I could never/ be turned (x2)
Lies Lead To Moral Corruption
From the lies/ Lifted
Bold and Wise/ Gifted
Gifted Saint/ Stay away
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The Possession
02:19
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I cannot believe that all of these dreams belong to me
Hail the inner demon that ails all of me
It feels like home now
I prefer the void of all life
It appears to make me feel alright
Open up buttercup it's time time for your knife
Oh how how I've tried for your feckless life
It appears to make me feel alright for now
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The Decider
02:17
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I am the unholy, godly crawling on my bloodied knees
We/ can not/ all be/ The Decider
We, The Decider
I have been chosen to behead your chieftain
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Interlude
01:37
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Heroin(e)
03:17
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I'm hollow and so cold
So cold that
I can't feel you
Biting my lip, grinding your hip into mine
This little game that we play oh it will not last long
I can promise you this
I can't promise you much, just that some day I will let you down
And down we will go
Like a ship with no captain
A crash off of needles
The same ones we shared
On that soiled old mattress
So here we are again
That look in your eyes
In tune with parting your thighs
And the lies that we speak
It makes me weak
Knowing like I do that it's never enough
But let's just pretend
That our compass isn't broken
That we're starcrossed and we're cursed
It would hurt alot less to know that we haven't sunk that low
Like a ship with no captain
A crash off of needles
The same ones we shared
On that soiled old mattress
Laying there on my back.
Bloodied around me, with my heart in my hand.
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Save Face
03:08
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Frail/ Ego/ wounded/ By the/ fact that I/ won't/ reciprocate
In/ Your/ Bullshit theory
Bulshit theory
I loved the smile before we ended everything
Never
Let/ Chaos
My soul is not for sale
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Futilist Michigan
Full of Hatred
Forever Bitter
Michigan Metal
Brandon: Drums
Tom - Guitar/Bass/Backing Vocals
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