Never bet the Devil if, you value your head
Many have tried before and all have wound up dead

Listen to this tale of a man who, often said,
“I’ll Bet the Devil my head”
Beaten by his left-handed mother
Who would ever do that to another?
Headlessly for eternity, his body

Flying over wind-swept fields on a day when the world seems insane
See the huddled masses flee as the bullets fall like rain
Cut down, the bodies fall, piled high like bundles of wood
Drowning-out the cries of the dying, will evil triumph over good?

Technological breakthroughs

Choking in misery, writhing in agony, suffocate slowly as the world dies
Wallow in sorrow, no hope for tomorrow,
enmeshed in a web created by lies
Born to the grave, no one can be saved,
he realization of death drawing near
Abandon all hope, its the end of the rope,
soak

The foul taste of forbidden fruit rots forever on our tongues
Deceiver, tempting serpent, what has our passion wrought?
Forever made to suffer, in exile from the Garden
Bittersweet the taste of fruit, there’s no hope for pardon
Thou hast abandoned your creation to the whims of fa

Horror, horror-struck faces of the dead
Carved, carved like stone in my head
Twisted, twisted-mouths silently scream
Haunt me, haunt me each night in my dreams

So sickeningly sweet, the smell of death
So thick on your tongue choking your breath
Bear witness to slaughter

Lenore, the wind whispers your name
Lenore, its echoing in my head
Lenore, I miss you my Lenore

How distinctly I remember, that cold day in December,
when each fires’ dying ember, cast its long shadow on the floor…

As I sat nearly napping, I thought I heard a tapping

Trapped, in a world, of pain, and forced to bear witness
Sentenced, for life, for one sin, to bear witness to eternity
Patiently I await the day, I long for the apocalypse
Awaiting the day of Judgment, my day of liberation

Lord of the Apocalypse hear the call,
Destroy human

You don’t want to see
The pain, and the hate and the lies before your eyes;
The suffering, the anguish, the untold misery;
The pain written on the faces of masses;
You prefer to live your life looking through rose-colored glasses.

Traveling through our everyday lives, who s

We, all, suffer the human condition
Shock Doctrine, a crisis demanding shock and awe
We, must, assemble a new generation
Shock Doctrine, a crisis demanding shock and awe
Our, task, requires purification
Shock Doctrine, a crisis demanding shock and awe
We, won’t, tolerate

Freedom of the market, to rule the lives we lead
Leaders exploit the system, just to satisfy, to satisfy their fucking greed
How much is enough? Our system is put to the test
Where do the people turn?
Politicians concerned with his re-election treasure chest.

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