So young so brazen so unholy
I come to you in painted skies
Your broken saint, your ancient story
The living challenge to their lies
Trapped in the cold outside
There ain't no shelter
They wanna force my hand
Unil I...
Take what I wanted, and
Break all the lies that they
Feed, the fuckin' liars...
Smash all the temples, and
Cry to the fallen
I'm the last of my
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