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I can see right through you

Your weakness is a weapon

Weep for me

Wail for me

Honor me, imperial slave

Burnt black eagles prey in the night

Sleep with me in the canebrake

Your pain will rage

Wash my feet in your sacred river

I'll take you with me

Enemy of my homeland

The perfect vermin

Dominate you with my faith

You belong in the dirt

They carry the cross

They won't waste time in the reaping

Your face turned red with blood

Slipping, crawling

Beneath their boots, your grave

They spin their influence with venom and roses

Still can't decipher all the lies that they told us

Here in the valley where we worship the rich

They play with power as we walk with our caskets

No absolution

No saving my soul

Jesus can't see us with eyes made of gold

Here this, tank reaper

Child killer, I will never bend my knee again

There's no forgiving

Bite the hand that feeds

Come give it to me now

The empire must bleed