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I am sin eater be damned
Blood of the pained stains my hands (again)
My soul has carried its share
Of damaged goods and broken wares (I know)
I smile just for circus laughs
Heart on my sleeve, just a deceptive graft (for show)
O! You wicked martyr
Your wings are clipped, now you can't fly
O! You doomed pariah
Can't breathe your own sins, so don't try
O! You leper angel
Your halo's burnt on your own pyre
This hell is yours…
Savior and scapegoat
Rolled into one just to secure the vote (again)
Tears of a hardened soul
Turn red as blood from such a thankless toll (I know)
Sign over for this lie to dictate
Your religion does nothing - NOTHING! - but deficate (for show)
O! You wicked martyr
Your wings are clipped, now you can't fly
O! You doomed pariah
Can't breathe your own sins, so don't try
O! You leper angel
Your halo's burnt on your own pyre
This hell is yours…
And now I write the lines
Of a requiem that'll be forgotten in time (again)
Choirs of god's angels sing
Unaware of the heartache that their words will bring (I know)
Singing words of divine praise
So unaware of his carnival face (for show)
O! You wicked martyr
Your wings are clipped, now you can't fly
O! You doomed pariah
There's nothing left to do but die
O! You leper angel
Your halo's burnt on your own pyre
This hell is yours…
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