Don't bite the hand that feeds you Rather saw it off at the shoulder and bury the blade Incinerate the torsos and start a fresh page in the journal
Engineers of the dead Architects of destiny A dying grace, a gift Our lives are saved by our own incoherence Tissues fabricated; produced by multimedia
Don't bite the hand that feeds you Rather saw it off at the shoulder and bury the blade Incinerate the torsos and start a fresh page into the journal
Engineers Of The Dead Architects Of Destiny A Saving Grace, A Gift Our Lives Are Saved By Incoherence Tissues Fabricated; Produced By Multimedia We Have
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There was once truth in what you spoke But teased by doubt alone I hear the serpent voice inside me Sands of time will now dissolve I cry for truth