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Staring off into the broken horizon
A dream I had when I first started this campaign, to be one with the immortals
Now I lay in agony
Time has caught up to me
As I sit upon my throne of corpses the ugly truth of who I am. These are the hands of a tyrant I am the rotten king
I am the rotten king
Hear me speak one last time as I begin my final decree of blasphemy
Tear down the houses of god he has no place here when I am your tyrant
Disobey the new voice of god
You shall find yourself on the wrong side of the court yard
Face your death squad
Look into the eyes of the brainwashed
These lifeless eyes of my regime shall be the last thing you see
Tear down any hope they have left
Hail to the rotten king
Devoid of emotion my killing machines take their aim
All who defy our king meet your executioner
Close your eyes and pray to me for I am the rotten king this will be the last time you will ever be in the presence of god
Disgusting wastes of life
You had one job
To obey and stay out of the way
Now look who’s waiting for you
A godless, wasteland that doesn’t even exist
You had one chance to live a life
You wasted it
Breath in and prepare for the volley of death
No rest all hail the rotten king
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Products of Abomination
04:29
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A well oiled machine comes
Scorching the lands of dreams
Planting seeds of corruption
We fell victim to greed
Unleashed by corporations
Monopolizing and taking advantage
Of everyone
Those who resist are fed into the furnace
To fuel the war machine
Running off of broken dreams
It seems unstoppable
The light at the end of our tunnel
Forever dimming out
This machine takes control
It turns the wholesome into gruesome
Disgusting beings
Disgusting mother fuckers
Watch the ignorant take part in their favorite pastime in their self absorbed lives
They eat their own shit and smile with feces
Stuck in their teeth
Crawling on the floor begging for more
The machine produces more materialistic things
To the untrained eye it shows itself as a masterpiece of beauty and astonishment
But unknown to its people
The masters behind this abomination
It shows itself for what it truly is
Organized mechanical manipulation
At its finest
Burning the bodies of all who see straight through the fallacy
Mutations of our natural world
It killed everything it touched
The infected regions now produce abominations that should’ve been smothered at birth
Watch it grow
Watch it eat
Watch it shit
Watch it fuck
Watch it grow into your reflection
This is what we are
Disfigured and abandoned left to rot in its own filth
This is your machine
This is my machine
This is our machine
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The American Dream
03:22
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You don't fucking know me, you'll never understand me.
I've seen things that you can only imagine.
I've seen a man disembowel himself and hold his guts in his hand
I've seen a man cover his walls in his own blood.
I've seen a man eat his own shit
All these things you can only imagine within your clean mind.
You think you've seen fucked up shit but you don't know the half of it.
Blood so thick that it isn't even fucking red
You can smell the iron in the air, you can't help but to taste the copper.
Treading through the pool of blood to get to the corpse laying facedown.
moaning in pain but so weak to comply with life.
Arms flayed open.
Flesh left hanging, muscles carved out of the way, veins and tendons sliced in half.
I can see straight through the otherside of his arm. The flesh from the inside out. He survived,
he was one of the lucky ones
I've seen men who were all by themselves in their cells and never came out alive.
While everyone was asleep he hung himself and wasn't found in-time.
Eyes were blood-shot red, the head was swollen, the room was made but no letter was left behind.
You'll be surprised by how much blood one man can loose and survive, no such thing as happy endings in here
Welcome to my Hotel Of Hell
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Hands of a Tyrant
04:41
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CAN YOU FEEL IT? ITS THE BEGINNING OF THE END
ARE YOU READY? TO PAY FOR EVERY LAST SIN
WITH A STROKE OF A PEN I CAN CAUSE MORE PAIN THAN I
EVER WILL WITH FIRE POWER ALONE
YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM THE IMPENDING
WAR CRIMES
STRIPPING A CHILD FROM THEIR MOTHER TO COMEBACK
FOR SO CALLED SAFE REFUGE
THESE ARE THE HANDS OF A TYRANT
MASTER OF MANIPULATION
FATHER OF COWARDS
ABUSER OF THE DEFENSELESS
I AM YOUR GREAT TYRANT
I AM YOUR NEW GOD
WELCOME TO MY ETERNAL REIGN
YOURE IN MY WORLD NOW
A PERFECT WORLD
A WORLD MADE IN MY IMAGE
LET THEM HATE, AS LONG AS THEY FEAR
I WANT NOTHING BUT DESTRUCTION
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I am Divine.
I am Destruction.
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