This cold floor we know too well
Hearts poisoned with pride
Black blood dotting our warmth
Ending our contentment
This place is a contorted altar
I must seek strength from somewhere
For I've reduced myself to nothing
We've been here one thousand times
Cold idle hands, floor-welcomed knees
Hello autumn, I need not your companionship
Doubtless I stand; laying my heart into the hands of eternity
Revive me doctines
Await the day, when all our blood will wash away
The world's balance I'm too familiar with
Selfishness outweighs generosity
Blindness produced by your own hands afront your face
Lips bleeding with guilt
Frightful little fiends
If these words mean nothing; than where is the conclusion?
Lyricism aside, Christ is the deduction
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