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Roll out the red fucking carpet

Release the ravens

A funeral party for everything you ever wanted

Your only gods left are the ones who are absent

Your hands are tied, you’re fucking trapped

I’m sorry, you’re haunted, you’re fucked

Signal the sirens, call out the guard

Cue those violins, this is maudlin

Your future’s bleak, get down on your knees

The giant, invisible, mechanical death trap is at

Your door

That’s not courage, that’s carnage

You’re not noble, you’re nauseous

You’re more useful to us on your knees and

Bleeding than on your feet screaming

Burn your idols alive, burn out their eyes

Find something more ancient

A battle fought for and won

Realize there’s more than your one true love

May your idols crumble, may your old gods die

When you look to the heavens

May you only see sky