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An endless thirst for condemnation

Wound yet hide the hand that gives the blow

Void of purpose just as void of peace

Groan in chains yet ask for no release

Lust for the cage

The autopsy of your worth medically displayed

If only all the world had just one neck

When the world demands cruelty give in to its demands

There is pleasure

In the fall from grace

Sculpting misery upon them

With an exiled tongue

Bask in the sorrows that bare them apart

That none can bare below

(Lyrics by Stygal)