Maul… the hand that feeds
Sharpened are the knives of Iscariot
For we hang one and the same
In crippled reverence
In poisoned grace
Reap and sow / Atone for naught
This seed of miscarry beget
When innocence is crawling
And all hope lays cold
There is but one truth
My Faith is in him
My faith is in him
I die in the Lord
I am no one
I am no one
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