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We lie, we cry, we die, our heads held in our hands.

We can't deny with time we're sifted just like sand.

Conditioned to accept a host of dreadful lies.

Circular reasoning, the blind will lead the blind into pits of despair.

Willfully ignorant, we don't want it to be true.

That we are not the gods we always thought we knew.

A serpents promise is a pact with wicked pride.

Attempts to satiate the infinite inside.

No more, even score, what I will, nevermore

That's what they said.

Grafting to the vine, renews my mind as the dead bury the dead.

One way, one road, one path, we're headed that way too.

Your teleology may be somewhat askew.

In terms of entropy, we're headed toward the end.

Soteriology dictates your knee must bend.

No more, even score, what I will, nevermore

That's what they said.

Grafting to the vine, renews my mind as the dead bury the dead.

Peering Into Darkness so clear.

Pay no mind to voices you'll hear.

Fix your trust 'til it appears.

Bought by blood with nothing to fear.