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I was the whole world helping my brother die

I was the first war pulling your voice from the sky

I became the bad dream of a wretched society

You’re tempted by the power they gave you

You sell yourself to lay your brother down

What’s changed in you now?

This sick sense of clarity…

It’s haunting your dreams

It’s haunting everything you’ve made

It’s haunting everything

Beyond this unclear holiness

And the illusion of light

I can see your face

I can hear your name

Let your grace fall like rain

I chose scarlet lines over a white paper grain

So the lines would stand out

Now raise my brother’s body up

Now there is blood on both of us

You’re sleeping in the house of your enemies

The traitors and their sick sense of clarity

They’re desperate for the company

Trapped inside this single state of mind;

He stares at the brink of his collapse

My brother’s past on these unholy hands

They made me the war machine

I am the war machine

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