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Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour To fall from the cross, and spit in holy water Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour To fall from the cross, and spit in holy waters, yeah Pain, slaughter, hate, dishonour To fall from the cross, and spit in holy water Every second I waste, I feel external fate Something controlling me Am I confined to this? Is my intent eclipsed by what you think it is? (So sick, it's so sick) Dead space, or just an absence of fate Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate Deadweight, like the hell you create Follow, blinded by the weight Dead space, or just an absence of fate Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate Deadweight, or the hell you create Ugh, ugh, ugh We've all got bones we've buried deep Webs of lies we like to keep Bodies buried underneath We sowed it, reap We're selling souls we didn't even own (own) Bloodsport we couldn't leave alone (no) Holding onto faith we've never known Straight shot, right to the throat Breathe me in Bleed me out Tie the rope Don't make a sound Every second I waste, I feel external fate Something controlling me Every second I waste, I feel external fate Something controlling me (And I watch, and I wait for the end to begin) Am I confined to this? Is my intent eclipsed by what you think it is? (So sick, it's so sick) Dead space, or just an absence of fate Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate Deadweight, like the hell you create Follow, blinded by the weight Dead space, or just an absence of fate Justify, sympathise, reality disintegrate Deadweight, or the hell you create Ugh, ugh, ugh We've all got bones we've buried deep Webs of lies we like to keep Bodies buried underneath We sowed it, reap We're selling souls we didn't even own (own) Bloodsport we couldn't leave alone (no) We're holding onto faith we've never known Bring me the rope Side by side, the end of life Where suffering ends We were a product of our own ambition This wave of volition means Every second I waste, I feel external fate Something controlling me (And I watch, and I wait for the end to begin) Am I confined to this? Is my intent eclipsed by what you think it is? (So sick, it's so sick) Every second I waste (So sick, it's so sick) Something controlling me (And I watch, and I wait for the end to begin) Am I confined to this? (So sick, I'm so sick) By what you think it is? Sick