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In the mud while the kings crumble

Harsh light horror in the day

There's no time for stacking hay

It's hiding in plain sight

While the men of what's placid move faster to accelerate

Destroying reigns

His highs there's brutality leaking sunlight

Days never into nights down below

There's murder there final blow

We heave weird meat coins boats and sling

The chest towards our truth

It's misplaced

When he comes again

Plagued plagued plagued are all of us

Plagued plagued plagued

The mustached man comes in slings whip

While your placid calls for movement is the only way to forgive

The stillness of our lives

The lake has stopped feeding

We are left with nothing but dried flesh

And the thousands who're destroyed

The clothes they spit words like daggers

Like bullets it shoots holes in any logic

They leave nothing for the soul

Clowns dancing and fools are cheesing

They point their fingers they move their mouths

No words speaking actions don't come impending past

Never future only present

Your whip rips the flesh

Christ has promised salvation

Where has he come again

Only through torture only through your penance to grow

There's only movement in our placidity

It's the only only salvation

Only salvation

Pomegranate covers of the temple no more valued

Under his eyes his coffin is bleeding

Salvation

Lick my feet tear my soul

Hear his silence no more gold

Terror thickens final blows

Revelation here it comes

Salvation salvation salvation

The anger of god the terror of the now

Future is the devil the past is now

Whipped backs our salvation

Whipped backs our salvation

Whipped backs are our salvation

Whipped backs are our only salvation