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am surrounded
By songs of deliverance

We've been liberated
From our bondage
We're the sons and the daughters
Let us sing our freedom

Whoa, whoa
Whoa,

to differ, worse 
You made me truly want to live 
Deliverance came springing forth 
Indifference was washed away 
Evaporated by a torch 
Ignited till the end

Deliverance
God forgive me and mi ignorance
Top galis ting and
Yuh see mi stand
Fux dem now one by one
Buss out mi boots
Pull out mi condom
Karate kick like mi

Thank You, Thank You
Thank You Jesus You magnificent
Boy I had to talk to god and get deliverance
Yeah I'm pescatarian
Jesus servin all the bread

Aeons of Nihil
A spectre is formed from the depths of the mind
The black mist expels, the pits of spite and scorn
Hellish in appearance, exalted in

A feeling, sweet, so sweet
As the seconds go by
BOOM, a goal I score
The keeper left in shock
Angry players now scorn
Ready to fight, to knock
Now, who dares





The beast within 
Untied from sustained habits 

Humanity caught up by innate scorn 
Driven by shallow considerations 

Basic instincts to reveal his own

represent the scorn you show up to your brothers and sisters
I am one of you, I was just raised from down below instead of being blessed by the heavens
I am

by scorn
All too many times is the innocent hurt by the violent pious; the self-claimed righteous
Marshalled by a contemptuous manic. Victims, forlorn

Dancing In A Hurricane

Epica

The Holographic Principle

2016

by forces born from danger
Cleaning hands where virtues live on ice

In mother's scorn
Blood was born
A war unknown to us all

See the rays

to the frequency of death

“all the crimes divine that were left behind
left a scar through time narrowed by the blind
swelling further bound by what was mine
found

The Fake Sound of Progress

Lostprophets

Nu Rock Traxx, Vol. 40

Somebody told me that I'd always have to bow
If that was true I would have fallen apart by now
The more you think, the less you act their way
So

The Fake Sound of Progress

Lostprophets

The Fake Sound of Progress

2001

Somebody told me that I always have to bow
If that was true I would have fallen apart by now
The more you think, the less you act their ways
So

Goddamn is everyone in
A different season
I can't help but to wonder why
We're in twisted conditions
Going by past myths
Still eating flesh and bone

- That this will destroy you too
Paralyzed - By the horrors that you went through
Agonized - By the crime, no one can undo
 
I will search and I will

free
Our Deliverer is here

We were once in chains
We were once enslaved
But now we're captivated by You
We have overcome by Your precious blood
Our

Milk and cookies, close by the fire
Something sweet for my empty desires
I'm broken inside there's no place to hide and
I'm the only one loving me

columns
Bent  under indifference's weight    

And the speakers rang the refrain
"March, fight for this glorious campaign"
In victories' gloss, deliverance

around you
Fly your flags of hate and burn your crosses too
Screaming at the sky for deliverance
From the Lord and Savior
No one will come to save us from

that I'm lost
But I take the road less traveled I'm Robert Frost, yeah
Hope that It makes all the difference, yeah
Hope that I get my deliverance, yeah

Eyes closed, exhausted, fading in desolate cold
Devoured by torment as despair takes ahold
Will the angels break my fall as I collapse in doubt
Tell

not hear their cries to be set free
Gross consumption, a lifestyle crafted by the bourgeoise
Your indulgence in life, a life of abundance
"Higher level

Swallowed by sorrow
The burden of fatality binds me to the floor
Enduring the aftermath of decease
Misery tightly gripping with no release
Misery

I'll feel alive
Maybe I'll die alone and deliverance will arrive

The ecstasy of life
Is one I will obtain
Through alleys of struggle
I will escape my