| Contagion, the decay of the sun
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| Crawling, feasting on us
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| Wasting our flesh, ourselves
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| Free to roam endlessly, society is withering
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| A giant wandering, driven by its plague
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| Seeking to leech the land; |
| to feed from the rotten hand
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| Begging for more
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| Nirvana from the ash
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| The body is collapsing from within
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| Threatened by its pathosis
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| The end is approaching, pulling us toward our demise
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| And yet this entity, which wallows in its misery
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| Continues to tear the skin from its bones
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| This is the end
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| The Earth has gifted us with our extinction
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| And so it shall be
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| The giant falls from its gluttony
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| Buried by the Earth, and swallowed by the sea
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| Skin and flesh from its eyes has now petrified
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| And this prodigal empire ceases to climb the skies
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| And now the empire that once stood above the rest
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| Is now a memory spread by its wretched dust
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| The end was forged by the hands of the beast
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| Feasting for so long it blessed us with famine
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| Lust, gluttony
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| Greed, sloth, wrath, envy, pride
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| Preached to us from the
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| Twisted words of faith
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| Lust, gluttony
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| Greed, sloth, wrath, envy, pride
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| Practiced by the weak that crawl the entire empire
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| You shall collapse once your wretched heart stops beating
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| We shall collapse once our wretched heart stops beating |