The Acacia Strain - Our Lady Of Perpetual Sorrow | Текст песни

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Your god has fallen from grace.
I wish he was real so I could spit in his face.
Dead three days and refuses to rise,
A failure in his fathers' eyes.

God's eyes lie in the devil's hands. [x4]

Humanity's downfall is a trust in a god that isn't there.
We are disease of this earth.
Scatter the ashes and shatter the bone
As I reclaim my rightful place upon his throne.

God's eyes lie in the devil's hands. [x4]

I don't have faith in him, but I believe in your failures.
Your king on high is lower than low.

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