You built me up with your wishing hell I didn't have to sell you You threw your money in the pissing well You do just what they tell you Repent, that's what I'm talking about I shed the skin to feed the fake Repent, that's what I'm talking about Whose mistake am I anyway? Cut the head off Grows back hard I am the hydra Now you'll see your star Prick your finger it is done The moon has now eclipsed the sun The angel has spread it's wings The time has come for bitter things
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The time has come it is quite clear Our antichrist Is almost here... It is done
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