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Liar

Like father like son

Corruption of the fucking mind

You better die

Sickness

All of goodness has been crap

The smile was only filthy trap

Look what you have done

Pleasure

All of sins were found

And i'm the one who send them down

Now it's comb-out time

For all these wounds

Forming scars

Each one sorrow

Collected and counted

For all these wounds

Forming scars

Each one sorrow

Collected and counted

Fallen

Welding the skies

Bring down

Your pride and shine

Fallen

Welding the skies

Command

Arise