The unknown terror that stood alone Passed from the days of the early suns Through worlds of lost belief laid waste and buried deep Summoned to be set up to fall But there's no fear That lives inside this soul, yeah Inside this world There is no way back to forgiving us Undone, deliverer The sinful and the saviors of the innocent And so Keepers of old Keep us from cold Let us fight once more 'Til our honor is restored The unknown terror that lives below Breathes the flames from the dying suns And lives to wake the dying ones The dying ones The dying ones, yeah The dying ones The dying ones Inside this world There is no way back to forgiving us Undone, deliverer The sinful and the saviors of the innocent Oh-oh And so Keepers of old Keep us from cold Let us fight once more 'Til our honor is restored

The knife Has become dull I crave Something useful I hammer a nail Into the back Of your hand You say You're Messiah I say You're a Liar You set fire To the back Of my head My life's Never dull I crave Something stable I point a gun To the back Of your head I watch your body fold I imagine I'm in the middle I hammer a nail Into the back Of your hands You say you're my savior I dig the nail in deeper You set fire To the back Of my head My life's Never dull I crave Something stable I point a gun To the back Of your head

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There's pennies in the washing machine There's pennies in the washing machine There's pennies in the washing machine There's pennies in the washing machine There's pennies in the washing machine But who's in there watching me There's pennies in the washing machine But who's in there watching me They're ripping up my sheets They're ripping up my sheets They're ripping up my sheets They're ripping up my sheets There's pennies in the washing machine But who's in there watching me There's pennies in the washing machine But who's in there watching me There's pennies in the washing machine I see him as he's watching me There's pennies in the washing machine I see him as he's watching me He's ripping up my sheets He's ripping up my sheets He's ripping up my sheets He's ripping up my sheets

2018 Backing of the house Everyone's asleep I am walking I am walking You are breathing I am walking You are breathing Wake up Wake up I want to reassure you There is something wrong with you The closer you get to sanity The farther you are from the truth I am walking You are breathing I am walking You are breathing Wake up Wake up

Filth denier Distorted reloader Thumb in mouth Sex in hand Forward thinker It's meaningless Sex in hand Gun in mouth

We're in a room and in my mind you're undressing Rubbing yourself on my performance And thinking of different outcomes And what led up to this You can't tell and I'm sitting across from you You can't tell and I've spent hours picturing you under me You should see the map I've laid out for you Cauterized on the corners I use crosses as pens to keep the placement holy As reparation for my sin I punish myself You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you I nourished you with what you need for health and good condition And in your bedroom I saved a seat so I can experiment With my ideas and what I actually see I repeatedly erase the dreams I have of me carving an animal out of your body I want to be a part of your medical diary Preserving your trim As reparation for my sins I punish myself You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you Confessing my compulsion to the priest He shivers in the booth next to me I tell him all about my ideologies He prays for me out of courtesy As reparation for my sin I punish myself You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you You're clueless and the space between us absorbs you I walk home to find myself filling up the sink I dip my head down deep but it's not me moving I'm forced to count down the last few minutes of my breathing Fortunate for you to be my perpetual aim As reparation for my sin I punish myself