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Fed with noise of the street

Stands the temple of concrete

Our salvation is for sale

Meet the one who doesn't fail

You'll never be the same

Built on greed, born from blood

Last resort to Neon God

Witness to his solemn reign

Watch in awe as he reaps again

I breathe this poison

Just to feel alive

I want to see

Through your smoke and mirrors

I disappear

In the echoes of your nights

You'll never be the same

Now I wear the dead man's face

Forced upon me by this place

Thousands watching through my eyes

Shadow's silent acolytes