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Spine of silk and eggshell thin
Pity the bleeder bruised and palsied prince
The shameless desperate
Mourn the cherished in ruins yes our
Once great
Irresolute and forlorn
Time to destroy
Want to see it burn torn down
How can my nation be saved
Pray weep for this age
Futurescape futurape
Seems it leans to the last days
Is tomorrow born still
Is judgment His will
Or can we be healed
Separate church and this present state
He will destroy
Anna thema
I hear you whisper
Screaming
At the gate
Union in hell not far away
Anna thema
Sheol ways require a wage
A nation harvests its portion
Automolech they sing
A nation embracing praising
Its sin disease
Time this scaterd few
Took the lead
Bring the jawbone to the philistines
