Fail to Decay - Southern Cross | Текст песни

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Washing my hands to bone
Break the pain threshold
If this isn't what you wanted
Then I'll do my best to drag you to Hell with me
Get up off your knees my mind keeps telling me
They want to plead for some sanity
The lunatic in me starts to wake from sleep
Their puppets to their own beliefs
Your religion has become political propaganda
Feeding the so called "Holy Ones"
As this Southern Cross becomes raised
The bastard son takes his throne, my head his lonely home
I can't see the end
I have crowned my fate
Black like the decisions I've made
Hollowed heart, nothing to believe
So death's knocking at my door
Blurred eyes, unclear mind
His mask, his greatest disguise
Left for dead, so let the worms eat my flesh
Get up off your knees my mind keeps telling me
They want to plead for some sanity
The lunatic in me starts to wake from sleep
Their puppets to their own beliefs
At this point, humanity is dead
Numbed up, fucked in the head
As the bells call my name
The Southern Cross becomes raised

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