Текст песни The Executioner - Fit for An Autopsy
Undeserving
and
rightfully
so
for
all
that
is
good.
There
is
a
flaw
in
The
soul.
A
misstep
in
the
art
of
creation.
Great
evils
that
harbor
in
The
minds
of
man.
We
go
on
searching
for
God,
when
we
have
finally
Lost
ourselves.
Congregations
of
hysterical
witnesses.
No
longer
blind
To
the
visions
in
our
dreams.
Lamented
in
the
thought,
this
day
would
Be
your
last.
Crippled
by
the
fact
that
you
have
been
left
behind
to
Serve
as
a
reminder
that
the
faithless
would
never
be
forgiven.
Loathsome
wanderers.
Nomadic
incompetence.
Failure
to
survive.
Faceless
advocates
of
disgrace.
A
race
of
scum.
Every
citizen,
child,
Scholar,
and
teacher.
Cursed
at
birth.
Swallowed
by
its
very
Existence.
only
in
the
end
as
our
ashes
escape
into
the
atmosphere.
A
Beautiful
and
righteous
ether
encapsulates
the
world.
There
will
be
Peace
in
the
silence.
There
will
be
no
more.
May
the
ancestors
of
our
Once
great
civilizations
mourn
us
in
the
lighted
sky,
for
we
all
rest
In
ash,
deep
in
the
blackest
darkest
depths
of
our
very
own
hell.
You
Will
never
hold
the
hand
of
god.
You
will
never
hold
the
hand
of
god.
You
will
never
hold
the
hand
of
god.
You
will
never
hold
the
hand
of
God.
For
it
is
hell,
not
the
devil
that
I
have
held
inside
my
heart.
It
is
the
guilt,
not
the
ghost
that
will
haunt
me.
Every
time
I
close
My
eyes,
I
remain
within
this
soil.
As
a
servant
of
my
own
sorrow.
They
see
me
as
I
am.
I
am
nothing.
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