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| Death Metal Opus |
| Mother Teresa once tried to write a 20 minute Metal Opus for the band "Slayer", this is what turned up... |
| DEATH KNELL Nothing here has changed Nothing but the weather Even you have changed But it wasn�t for the better I feel it coursing through my veins Bleeding through my skin Pulling me apart from within I hear the voices call my name Pulsing in my brain Driving me insane Run Run From your demise Prepare for your demolition Hear your Death Knell Signaling the end The new age has begun There is no avoiding it OH yeah! Laying amongst my counterparts The Collective goal will be achieved Laying the foundation of the ramparts The Enemy will be quickly deceived Build A Tower just to knock it down Why do you glower? Why do you frown? We will emerge from our self-imposed cocoons Stronger than ever Our ties to you we will sever So I beseech you�� Surrender now spare us the work Your false power we�ll usurp Run Run From your demise Prepare for your demolition Hear your Death Knell Signaling the end The new age has begun There is no avoiding it.... and stuff You are not a person yet Your personality is intravenously fed There is no light at the end of the tunnel Your brain, a vial Society, the funnel You will no longer deaf blind and dumb Once you understand where we come from Everything�s a paradox Display the doors Yet hide the locks Without any known manufactured keys Not without blatant emotional fees Open it yourself Set you all free The way we have always wanted to be There is right and there is wrong Do not confuse them Lest you be wrong Do as your told Obey Obey Obey I�m pulling out my hair Just Trying To fit the mold To stay in the fold To stay out of the cold Everything�s a paradox Display the doors Yet hide the locks Without any known manufactured keys Not without blatant emotional fees Open it yourself Set you all free The way we have always wanted to be Don�t start to think I can�t comprehend Don�t start to feel Like this is the end Don�t start to act Like I am your friend Do what I say Only obey Don�t think for yourself Think feel and say Exactly how you�re told To keep freedom at bay Pulling in me Pulling me in I am impure Even though I�ve not sinned Overcast Iconoclast Defined by your weaknesses Transcend My sad friend Your broken spirit I will mend Your twisted mind I�ll further bend Strands of suffering Sewn by my own brutality Reminding me of my mortality Sanity Is a gift That few receive That few perceive Unbeknownst even to me Pulling in me Pulling me in I am impure Even though I�ve not sinned Overcast Iconoclast Defined by your weaknesses |
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