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A blank canvas tainted by inks bled

Hell is other people

Smudged and soiled freedom lies underneath

Painted to conceal

A constitution to yourself

Many will try to break it

But in this life there is no fate

But what you make out of it

Make out of it

Sacred

They will take it

Try to break it

But there is no fate but what you make

Faiths shaken

Souls complacent

Wills mistaken

But there is no fate but what you make

We decide

We carve our paths over which none may preside

There is no fate but what you make

We resign

Our lives, our rules, our time

And in this we find there is no fate but what you make

Rid your tongue of empty sermons

Amputate the source I despise

They designed an endless failure

While we lived our fucking lives

Sever the hand

Sever the leash

Sever the lies to the frail and meek

Remove the fear

Remove the leech

Remove those that rejoice when you must bleed

My fate is mine to decide

Mine to decide

So get the fuck out of my life

Get the fuck out of my life

No prophets

No saviors

No angels and no maker

Nothing’s there

Nothing’s safe

Nothing but the fate you make