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Slow days
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Slow words
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Slow lies
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Slow ends
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So many years to clean the slate
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Endless despair within its wake
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His touch soiling what used to be clean
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His gaze burning on the edge of our dreams no more
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Slow pain
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Slow deaths
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And again he rides in, it's September and he covets the gullible
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Skeletal wish
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Hunter
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A thousand lies, cast from the throne of secrecy
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Hear him spewing forth meaning to miserable lies
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See the twisted hand of doubt seal the affair
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The insect trust
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Believer
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Your body a vehicle to house his disease
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Pearls before swine they are nothing but blind
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Submit to nothing and swallow my spit of scorn
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Invisible king
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Dying
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Procession of woe, struck down by sorrow
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A burden so great weighs heavy on old and withered beliefs
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The swift solution crumbles beneath the mock notes of a masterpiece
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Death in his eyes
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Waiting
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Spiraling judgement, provoked in the rains
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This futile test drowned in the levee of deception
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In the year of his sovereign
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Rid us of your judgement
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Heir apparent
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___________________
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Name Heir Apparent
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Artist Opeth
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Album Watershed
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