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I was banished from this house Sunk into chaos The Bhagavad in my ears Has a name like Paimon You look around this room There’s a board and it’s planchette It drags by itself And it spits and it curses And it doesn’t cherish life Sends death upon your friends It shoots horns out of its head It breathes cancer til you’re dead It puts fire in your stead and takes but doesn’t give You’d be better off dead because his name rhymes with payment Life is a crevice Of hatred and venom Fuck this world to ashes Forlorn my steady masses Death is a vortex Of release and uncertainty Fuck this world to madness Dying lights of a nation’s dream A bastard’s price to fucking pay Target on your head It takes a grieving, thieving snake To use the dead for your hate You spit on a deadman You reap what you sow Destruct Tear down the barrier Release the fear that eats you inside We carve the scar Weaving pain at the altar Strike down the cowards Kill your tyrant Break the cycle Lift the veil of your obsession Vengeance of the spirit This nightmare is restless Barren husk of disassociation Angel of Hatred Rise from the ashes Rise, Angel of Hatred Blackened from within Release the demon Strike down the cowards Kill your tyrant Break the cycle Lift the veil of your obsession Rise, Angel of Hatred Rise Rise from the ashes
