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Rapture
01:08
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"Hello...? Hello. Hello!"
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West Valley Baptist
04:49
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It was the night a sweaty, self-discovered, growing boy took his first steps toward not being a faithful human toy. Let's sing our songs, all the ones that Jesus Christ is into, but I can't deny the change moving me from words that frame you... Sleep in Sunday? Yes, I will. I've got no time to kill. This is the last day I'm ever spending entertaining you. Those were the scariest words that this boy had composed sweetly, but more terrified still was this young man of faithless bleeding. Let's scream our songs, all the ones that had once drawn me to you, but can you handle the new man that I am growing into...? I will never hear the church bells ring again. I will never lie for fear of losing all my friends. I will never be that comatose again. It's Sunday morning and today I think I'm sleeping in.
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Bounty Hunter
03:34
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It's a crying shame, and I have no one to blame. I raise my fist up to the sky, but you resist. Take control, and make me privy to your plan. I would do anything to know. But what am I to do when home won't look like I remember, like I projected or pretended? Stay safe out west. I will hunt you down forever, but I will catch you never. It's a goddamn shame, and you have yourself to blame. You're standing tall, with no one left to catch your fall. Tell me all the gory details of the truth. I would do anything for you. Will you cut me down, or will you tear me up? I'll make peace with your god above. If you would just come back and never give me up, I'll make peace with your god above.
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Con Descendants
02:57
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There's no bigger slave to flesh than you, my son. You're the lying, thieving, cheap, disloyal one. No I never thought I'd feel the way I do. But I can't help but think when I look at you... I will kill you. Murder you. To end your flesh, here's what I'll do: I'll slice your eyeballs with my blade, in your blood I'll start to wade. Not done yet, just moving on, I'll clip your tongue and lose your arms, watch you crawl without your legs and finally rip off your head.
There's no thought more prevalent to me right now. I would like to have an audience to justify my bow. I will take it anyway when you expel your final breath, and in your bed I will lay down to rest.
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Last Call
02:30
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Last call for the devils here, where the afflicted cease to fear there will be fallout from the storm. Last call for the devils here, where the aggressive never feel a deviance will plague their norm. Broken horns advance and retreat day by day. A crown of thorns, I don as if it's all okay. If I believe the end is coming, but it needs a final push, well then... I guess it's all on me. Last call for the devils here, where the forgotten and the damned blame all others for what went wrong. Last call for the devils here, where the unwanted never realize it was always their own fault. You're on your own now. Don't you come crawling back to me. Back to the frozen lake of fire you go as I prepare to leave.
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Majority Bones Greenville, Texas
We're at your gates, and we're coming in. For at our hand, the end will begin.
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