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I’d light myself on fire just to watch your kingdom burn I’ve suffered seven years and now it’s finally your turn I’ve been listening to sickly sweet voices Muse of self destruction and the art of killing the heart There’s a comfort in their torment, an addiction to their pain Cause we all have felt this illness But I’m not getting better Cause we all have felt this illness But I’m not getting better Cast your gaze on fields bloated by mottled blood of your people Feast your eyes on mutilated justice bred to malice-born tyranny Grasping at the wind Feeling life and the love that I knew slip away Burning at both ends There’s a world torn in two and now I cannot stay You are the serpent that eats its own tail Feast on your flesh Father like Romulus Descendants of fire Born from it, bred for it Brothers like sand and glass From Letras Mania