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I sit out here and wait for the last attempts to ride in
Bated with the beat of the drum they crave, they come
I smell the fear it seeps out from every pore in the skin
To speak of evils, is to reflect the hatred within
Gone, Gone
Martyr
To the fire
Underwritten by your god
Underwritten by your god
In this dog-gone, stripped arcadia
Our crippled ways have drawn the disposable to their feet
The chant is repeated amongst the slaves to war
The charge in overdrive, but the trial prepares to rescind
We’re suffocated by our attempts to cleanse from within
Gone, Gone
Martyr
To the Fire
Underwritten by your god
Underwritten by your god
In this dog-gone, whipped arcadia
It is the curse that wipes you clean, then smothers you from behind
It is the curse that sets you free, then straddles your broken spine
Gone, Gone
Martyr
To the Fire
Underwritten by your god
Underwritten by your god
In this dog-gone, ripped arcadia
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