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My fate s beyond selection, memories of caterwaul, you buried your thorns around my bed
I ll test your idle prophecy, on the gates of sorrow, you think the truth will set you free
Randomly decides the fate of man, trying to find a way to understand
On the gates of sorrow, you think the truth will set you free
Nailed to my body bleeding, and off of my blood you re feeding, while inside your callous dreams i m banging
More than you re likely to forsee, my truth is retrogressive, i ve been to this place before
i ll test your idle prophecy
on the gates of sorrow
i ve been to this place before
i m fighting a silent war with you
more than you re likely to forsee
Your lies are all recessive, you think the truth will set you free
I m fighting a silent war with you, i m fighting a silent war with you
I ll test your idle prophecy, i ll test your idle prophecy, while you re still rotting here with me your subtle adaptation
While you re still rotting here with me your subtle adaptation, and with that hopeless faith you strive Atavism, resound against the hand of violence
I m fighting a silent war with you, while you re still rotting here with me your subtle adaptation
Was my extermination, i ve been to this place before, more than you re likely to forsee
And off of my blood you re feeding, only the weakest will survive
you think the truth will set you free
Nailed to my body bleeding, more than you re likely to forsee
Trying to find a way to understand, i ve carried this cross for too long Feg, more than you re likely to forsee
more than you re likely to forsee
Was my extermination, trying to find a way to understand, i ve carried this cross for too long
You think the truth will set you free, my truth is retrogressive, while inside your callous dreams i m banging
And now your lies have conquered me you think the past will come alive, and now your lies have conquered me you think the past will come alive, your flaws beyond correction
My truth is retrogressive, resound against the hand of violence