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The old gods watch from their temples,
At the death of humanity,
The old guard rumble in their rotten graves,
As their visions turn and flee.

Our wrists tied by invisible chains,
And there’s nothing we can do,
To prevent the coming massacre,
A world split in two.

Wasted blood on battlefields,
Turn brothers from their own,
Death troops march into the streets,
To end all we have known.

The swamp is thick with human fiends,
Enslaving us with lies,
We sink in murky watered greed,
And muffled battle cries.

They might destroy the man,
But they’ll never take my freedom.
I know I’ll pay in blood,
For the virtue of my treasons.
I say, “Give me liberty,
Or gladly give me death!”
They’ll never silence me,
Even at my final breath.

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from The Great American Death Rattle, released June 13, 2017

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