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A Million Dead Birds Laughing
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Invader
Bleed for the maggot inside them He is their lie
He is breathless bestial enchantment They are the walking prison of angels Shall they continue to seek passage to a modern life? Shall they continue to speak until one of us lacerates their wings?
We are the indigo beast An anamorphic calibration of black magick Light ingested, night desensitized
He is sentimental waste In the middle of a wasted century Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com He is the sentimental wasteland Obsolete foundation His invasion will awaken To release their sacred secret light
Dream to dismember his lies
So they can seek Heaven The sacred seat of never
Shall they continue to seek passage to a modern life?
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