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God Syndrome

God Syndrome

(альбом: Macabre Musique, Vol. 1 - 2016)

Lurking in the shady streets, hazy
Wandering all on your own, crazy
Thought you were the monster here, how sad
Time to learn your place you're only just a lad
Cast a thousand sins and one, have you?
Common boogeyman you are, it's true
Let's see if you're all just bark, no bite
Cowards like you always turn tail and take flight

Why the good die and the cruel live
Injustice I cannot forgive
Don't play God you're no deity
Who pray tell will try to stop me?

Cut them down and make them holy
Forgiven on this ground solely
Bear no arms, I'll rip those from you
As a corpse no more harm you'll do

Some say that my work is wrong, wicked
But their train of thought is flawed, afflicted
For if they're to die tonight, poor taste
Might as well preserve their vitals, what a waste
Don't look at me with those eyes, you've got
No one else to blame for your demise
Think you'll catch my mercy now, really?
After all your crimes, beyond a doubt guilty

Redemption redistribution
Sacrifice the institution
Your lifeblood beseech the other
Even you can save another

Cut them down and make them holy
Forgiven on these grounds solely
Bear no arms, I'll rip those from you
As a corpse no more harm you'll do

Now, say goodbye
Feel no shame as you die, know that
At last, you give back, may
Judgment pass you by

Cut them down and make them holy
Forgiven on these grounds solely
Bear no arms, I'll rip those from you
As a corpse no more harm you'll do
Cut them down and make them holy
Forgiven on these grounds solely
Bear no arms, I'll rip those from you
As a corpse no more harm you'll do

Now, say goodbye
Feel no shame as you die

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