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VERSE1:
Pay attention to the background, these snakes are scared to take the eye of the forsaken son/
cause God is pure light, (he) never meddles in evil affairs/ and life isn't fair/ truth is a friend
that no one ever likes, it's un-controllable and loath-able and with it brings strife/
it's chaos and humans that love control are sittin' in the kiosk/
giving the false tales told, courage is bold/ cynical *******s call it stu-pid/
they fail to realize is that their own fear is pu-trid/

Horror-induced lucid, dreams of being a king is what the fat man sings/
Sin is a key to perfection/ Over the edge and back again is the only lesson
that brings, reality, under the fallen leaves/
you call it fallacy yet you're ignorant to see just to
believe/
believe/
believe the wisemen who were silent since birth/ they un-earth, teachings that bring mirth/
only from knowledge that there will be a return/ the prince of God who qualms/
the Devi'ls tide through the eye's light, and lockem in dry ice/
if you want a piece of the peace and glory then you gotta give a slice/
of your, innocent appetite/ no time like the present with an infinite paradoxical vice,
so tight/ a slipknot knife/ cuttin' your soul day over night til' you're old/ tryna live young but it's too cold/
selfish/ -ness, is the precipice, takin the piss/ lying to yourself and you didn't even know it/
sub-conscious full of cheap tricks, and cheap trips/ now you slip tryna get a grip/
grip/
grip/
grip/

the only one that can help you is yourself/
put your problems on the shelf cause no one's buying out what you tell/
just ask your clientele, no lies, no disguise can hide the codes you abide by/
you breathe the same air as me, and we're all free/ only man's laws can keep,
fear around your neck like an iron ring/ use your beautiful mind and think/
yeah/
yeah/
God's laws are engraved in the flesh of your skin/
and the bones of Eve and Adam the wicked twins/
that binge on sin, to win, the race for death/
108 years generation after generation they have slept/
one zero nine after that just to get your past lives right/
clear out the demons in your basement with gat/
called self-esteem/ a wise man said "You are your own worst enemy"/
Think of the inner-me/ intermediate thoughts that your brain feeds/
Give no greed, and take what you bring/
Through your patched seams, that cuts with a blade with a gleam/
if you call it an even trade/
then Lucifer will annihilate/
create bonds that never break/
and watch God drop bombs on these snakes/

Call it a sunshower/
among the final hour/