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The desiccated rotting in the living womb

Full of dreams and nightmares for the wolves

Feast, but never hunger

The recompense as we dig our graves

No reckoning for a world of slaves

Alone I stand

Nothing can wash away this blood on my hands

And I will take my sins to the grave

I'd rather die on my feet with my head held high

Than live my life as a slave

The parasite feeding on the flesh

The monetary vitamins keep you fresh

Behold the power of avarice

It's complicated, the brewing storm

The dedicated rotting in the dying whore

Alone I stand

Nothing can wash away this blood on my hands

And I will take my sins to the grave

I'd rather die on my feet with my head held high

Than live my life as a slave

She owns you

Severed in name

She owns you

Severed in death

She owns you

Severed in life

She owns you

Savor your breath

King's rotting fingers pull your strings

While those beneath devouring wings

Keep your feet above the ground

The desiccated born from the living womb

Domesticated animals feed the swarm

Alone we stand

Nothing can wash away this blood on my hands

And I will take my sins to the grave

I'd rather die on my feet with my head held high

Than live my life as a slave

She owns you

Severed in name

She owns you

Severed in death

She owns you

Severed in life

She owns you

Savor your breath