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I work the night shift,
In my own hell,
Driven by a sorceress’s spell.

I am the meeting,
Of beast and man,
Cursed by my own fated wretched hand.

And the band of malevolent spirits keeps playing in time,
A grim and beautiful dirge of unearthly design.
Pushing my hand to commit unspeakable acts of bloodletting and terror,
These dreams, they are not mine.

Slave to the power,
Of elder speak,
Delivered from a true believer’s cheek.

Live forever,
Within the clutch,
The impact of another’s evil touch.

And the band of malevolent spirits keeps playing in time,
A grim and beautiful dirge of unearthly design.
Pushing my hand to commit unspeakable acts of bloodletting and terror,
These dreams, they are not mine.

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

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