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The fix is in. We know your sin.

I failed no cross to be nailed.

I failed but my brother prevailed.

The plan is fucked. I’ll die with luck.

In the end it’s the god that we know.

In the end it’s all for show.

WE ARE THE WORKER BEES

WE BEG ON BENDED KNEES

WE GET WHAT WE DESERVE

WE BOW TO THE ONE THAT WE SERVE

Pigs at the trough, your filth burnt off

Lie dead with a whole in my head

Lie dead but I’ll bath in red.

(Chorus)

They don’t count the fallen that built the temple

They’ll have us crawling until we’ve fallen

Man needs a ruler. His desires are simple.

Man needs a ruler so he built a destroyer.

I TRIED! I TRIED! I TRIED! I FAILED!