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Step back, take a glance at what you’ve created

These visions set forth are all fabricated

My spirit is willing but my flesh is weak

Nature is broken, the rapture approaches

Black out the canvas, paint a masterpiece that’s insincere

Well, off to work, shake off the dirt, the end is near

We’re all along for the ride, but no one’s behind the wheel

I survived the actions of a world that stands for one desire

To cut the throats of whores and liars

I abide — so tell me what I’m worth inside your eyes; they must be blind

Melt down your knives for bullets, these plagues were made by human hand

Guerrilla spiritual warfare… judged be the ones of mercy

We’re serving bits and pieces of your subconscious up on silver platters,

so take a number

Take a look in the mirror, tell me if who you are still comes in clear

Cause my reflection disappears

Melt down your knives for bullets, these plagues were made by human hand

Guerrilla spiritual warfare… judged be the ones of mercy

Is this insanity, or is it just genius?

Survival of the fittest, it’s every man for himself and we created this

Melt down your knives for bullets

Melt down your knives for bullets, these plagues were made by human hand

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