A pair of dogged decrepit poles
Normality rapidly eroding
A lightning rod under Zeus' throne
Fail the facade I am ever growing
If they had wanted to see me thrive
They would have given me cold elysian
If they had wanted to see me die
They would have treated me barely different
Thick iron fog keeps down the god
Fear that the clearing proves me wrong
Have you ever felt a spine
Do you know what it is to ask for what you need
Let me wash my communion clean
Let me feel what its like to have a truth machine
Far from tepid shores
The legion's under water
Plead the cannon fodder forgive us
Blade of sour souls
Cleave these rotten hours
Name me king of power
Pay my toll
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A pair of dogged decrepit poles
Normality rapidly eroding
A lightning rod under Zeus' throne
Fail the facade I am ever growing
If they had wanted to see me thrive
They would have given me cold elysian
If they had wanted to see me die
They would have treated me barely different
Thick iron fog keeps down the god
Fear that the clearing proves me wrong
Have you ever felt a spine
Do you know what it is to ask for what you need
Let me wash my communion clean
Let me feel what its like to have a truth machine
Far from tepid shores
The legion's under water
Plead the cannon fodder forgive us
Blade of sour souls
Cleave these rotten hours
Name me king of power
Pay my toll
Normality rapidly eroding
A lightning rod under Zeus' throne
Fail the facade I am ever growing
If they had wanted to see me thrive
They would have given me cold elysian
If they had wanted to see me die
They would have treated me barely different
Thick iron fog keeps down the god
Fear that the clearing proves me wrong
Have you ever felt a spine
Do you know what it is to ask for what you need
Let me wash my communion clean
Let me feel what its like to have a truth machine
Far from tepid shores
The legion's under water
Plead the cannon fodder forgive us
Blade of sour souls
Cleave these rotten hours
Name me king of power
Pay my toll
Writer: Wilson Rahn
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