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Assault Me
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Assault me
Take it away
Confuse me
Don’t wanna stay
I got a dozen faces
For your lies
And for your crime
Assault me
Take it away
Assault me
Bring me pain
Abuse me
Devastate
Make it all the way
To my core
To my core
Assault me 'til
I go insane
Deadened eyes
Deadened eyes
Walking through
This skin disguise
Assault me
Assault me
Assault me
Watch me fade
Post a feeling
Watch me show
Hatchet’s bleeding
No burial
Assault me
Assault me
Assault me
Watch me fade
Deadened eyes
Deadened eyes
Walking through
This skin disguise
Post a feeling
Watch me show
Hatchet’s bleeding
No burial
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My friends are perfect now
They’re all perfect now
My friends are perfect now
Not like me, I’m a downer
Medicated
Medicated
Give me pills
‘Til I’m sedated
Chemicals
When I’m frustrated
Medicated
Sedated
Don’t want it anymore
Dumb and angry to the core
Medicated
Medicated
Give me pills
‘Til I’m sedated
Charmed in a body farm
The leather’s fresh
Smells not the brightest part
You might have guessed
Medicated
Medicated
Give me pills
‘Til I’m sedated
Medicated
Medicated
Give me pills
‘Til I’m sedated
Don’t want it anymore
Dumb and angry to the core
Don’t want it anymore
Dumb and angry to the core
Charmed in a body farm
Charmed in a body farm
Charmed in a body farm
Body farm
Body farm
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Mark out the points
Build the pyre
Assemble different drummers
Light up the fire
Put on your masks
And animal skins
Illumination
Illumination
Listen to the drums
Between each beat
Each beat of the drum
O beloved mother of liberty
Hold me in your arms
Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat
Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat
And the day will come
Before the lights go out
Who will you turn to?
Who will you turn to?
Choose the crucifixion
Or Osiris slain
Recurring themes
Time again
Illumination
Illumination
Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat
Oh how ingenious, the centuries of lies
Ezekiel's chariots streak across the skies
Holy books and history texts
Forget because we know
Souls are recycled in
The death and resurrection show
O beloved woman of liberty
Come to me
Everything I'm taught
Amounts to naught
Everything I learn
The fire shall burn
Notions of myself
That I'm not
Whoever I was
Is now lost
Illumination
Illumination
Burn burn, burn brightly
Burn burn, burn white heat
Oh how ingenious, the centuries of lies
Ezekiel's chariots streak across the skies
Holy books and history texts
Forget because we know
Souls are recycled in
The death and resurrection show
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Kids hide your mothers
Take your father to the slaughter
Taste like the others
Tears so red why do we bother
Decimation
Living Hell
Gotta find the others
But the burning
Is the smell
That's got us
Turned from lovers
Digging up all her bones
She used to be so good I know
Take all your empty
Take all your gloat
You fucked it up all that I know…
I know…
I know…
I know
I know
Digging up all her bones
Digging up all her bones
Digging up all her bones
She used to be so good I know
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The soundtrack to your nihilism.
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