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I Guess I'm The Antichrist

from Skies Beneath by Skies Beneath

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I guess I’m the anti-christ, incarnate

The lids will be torn from your eyes, as you’re forced to see the future of this god-awful place, reclaim as primordial ooze of the earth

In filth they’re stained, diseased in totality, recall the spark that lights your mind in time

In filth they’re stained, diseased in totality

The lungs will be torn from your chest, as your forced to breathe the future of this polluted space, reclaim as primordial ooze of the earth

Force feed, them the will of your own ideology, impart them with your mind and in turn… they’ll see it’s right between their eyes

Force fed this will from the predecessors, in turn they will march you to your grave and shoot you

Force fed this will from your predecessors in turn… they will march over your corpse as you stray from them

What correlates, is not easy to causate, what was built from past, does not equal the present

Idiots portrayed as kings, amassing power from these weaklings, the will and their urge indifferential, impale this sword through their master’s chest

Pure filth and disgorged flesh, they open up their skull and reveal their weakness, in faith

It’s simple, just stop this procreating, for the love of the human race

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from Skies Beneath, track released March 16, 2013

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