All that surrounded, all that surrounds you will not become you,
for a goddess you promised their religion.
There is no hope you feed on faith our secrets and lies.
If you let me try and you listen, your nothingdom,
I can show why it's your prison.
It might astound you,
not everyone loves you.
With no conscience you're just an empty vessel, a raging bull, consumed by hate, your secrets and lies.
If you let me try and you listen, your nothingdom, I can show you why it's your prison.
This is all you'll ever be.
All you'll ever be.
Alone for the very first time, it seems like forever and a lifetime.
I've seen your war through the window, a battle that you're losing, and I like it, can't you tell?
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