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One (one)
Two (two)
Three (three)
Four
Considered sick
From all my sins and nasty spit
Where I'll soon be
My thoughts won't rape me anymore
And I'll be free
This life feels cold
There's not much more
Lift up to see
All I have given to my needs
I'm somewhere near
My feet do tingle
Air feels deep
My eyes feel lean
And now they're yellow
I see pink
Please keep me clean
It's what I mean
My mouth is foaming
Arms are weak
My face falls meek
Those blood flows mellow
Brain drains clean
Refuse to breath
My brain is crying
Oh my god
It's not that clear
This cry for help
Is in your ears
Why can't you hear?
My words flick stuck on glass and blood
Consider this
Your time goes on, and on, and on
But mine ends here
All hail the king!
All hail the king!
All hail the king!
All hail the king!
All hail the king! (but mine ends here)
All hail the king!
All hail the king!
All hail the king!
All hail the king!
All hail the king!
All hail the king!
All hail the king!
All hail the king!
All hail the king!
All hail the king!
For God's son
I'm not your son
To the world
To the temple
The gathered that fear him
Might be saved
Might be saved
Might be saved