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And she's a killer
And she's a keeper

Am I blurry in your vision?
Was I just a poor decision?
Cut me open with precision
And we'll finger the incision

Tell me what have I done
(Quid pro quo)
To watch you lose control

I will give you sanctuary
In these hymns of Thanatos
I will give you sanctuary

You want to see me burn
I am living fire
You want to see me burn
I am living fire

You will know me by the scars I bare
You will know me by the hate I swear
You will know me by the scars I bare

Shapeless, vengeance

We are the thousand children of death
We're in between, on the fence
Non-descript antagonists
I'm in between, on the fence
Non-descript antagonist

I'll split you open, climb inside
Lose myself, eaten alive

We are the thousand children of death
From Seraphim to Nephilim, Exodus

She's picking ghostflowers from her soul
She's clipping the wings of fallen angels
She's picking ghostflowers from her soul
She's tonguing splinters of broken halos

You will know me by the scars I bare
You will know me by the hate I swear
You will know me from the scars I bare
You will know me

From gelatin to specimen to emptiness
I will be avenged, I will be avenged

These are the secrets
That kill, that kill, that kill, that kill
That kill, that kill, that kill
That kill, that kill, that kill

We are the thousand children of death
And she's a killer   And she's a keeper      Am I blurry in your vision?   Was I just a poor decision?   Cut me open with precision   And we'll finger the incision      Tell me what have I done   (Quid pro quo)   To watch you lose control      I will give you sanctuary   In these hymns of Thanatos   I will give you sanctuary      You want to see me burn   I am living fire   You want to see me burn   I am living fire      You will know me by the scars I bare   You will know me by the hate I swear   You will know me by the scars I bare      Shapeless, vengeance      We are the thousand children of death   We're in between, on the fence   Non-descript antagonists   I'm in between, on the fence   Non-descript antagonist      I'll split you open, climb inside   Lose myself, eaten alive      We are the thousand children of death   From Seraphim to Nephilim, Exodus      She's picking ghostflowers from her soul   She's clipping the wings of fallen angels   She's picking ghostflowers from her soul   She's tonguing splinters of broken halos      You will know me by the scars I bare   You will know me by the hate I swear   You will know me from the scars I bare   You will know me      From gelatin to specimen to emptiness   I will be avenged, I will be avenged      These are the secrets   That kill, that kill, that kill, that kill   That kill, that kill, that kill   That kill, that kill, that kill      We are the thousand children of death
 
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