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Christ is lowered
needing thoughts to exist
A wicked time is at hand
This tone your holocaust
And virtue is for the dead
Cold cacophony surronds you mind
Trade slavery
Bloodied, chained, and dying
Freedom is a vice of your mind
Born of idiocy
Amond mountains of wispered lies
And the trails of the foe
Christ is lowered   needing thoughts to exist   A wicked time is at hand   This tone your holocaust   And virtue is for the dead   Cold cacophony surronds you mind   Trade slavery   Bloodied, chained, and dying   Freedom is a vice of your mind   Born of idiocy   Amond mountains of wispered lies   And the trails of the foe