This is the foil of your goodwill.
You want to live more than to kill.
And kill you will.
It's all your fault, why can't you see?
Stripped of power, yet seeking it still.
This is the end, you have to bow.
For no one can defy their god.
And he is everything you've known.
Upon the ground it quickly rises.
The throne build up on your demise.
You know it always ends like this.
It ends like this.
(You live)
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