Текст песни Bittersweet Feast - Nevermore
                                                Please 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                help 
                                                you 
                                                bury 
                                                your 
                                                dead
 
                                    
                                
                                                They′ve 
                                                made 
                                                the 
                                                incision 
                                                and 
                                                driven 
                                                their 
                                                industry's 
                                                waste 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                pyres 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                distance 
                                                glow 
                                                beyond 
                                                the 
                                                haze
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                hypocrites 
                                                bear 
                                                witness 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                your 
                                                final 
                                                warning, 
                                                    a 
                                                war 
                                                on 
                                                freewill 
                                                is 
                                                coming
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                disillusion, 
                                                this 
                                                ignorant 
                                                display
 
                                    
                                
                                                Defies 
                                                solution 
                                                and 
                                                emasculates 
                                                disdain
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sheep 
                                                march 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                fire 
                                                and 
                                                wait 
                                                to 
                                                host 
                                                the 
                                                flies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                greedy 
                                                little 
                                                maggots 
                                                clean 
                                                the 
                                                wounds 
                                                with 
                                                pride
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                your 
                                                final 
                                                warning, 
                                                    a 
                                                war 
                                                on 
                                                freewill 
                                                is 
                                                coming
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                feast 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                meat 
                                                in 
                                                bittersweet 
                                                denial
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                swallow 
                                                the 
                                                blood 
                                                of 
                                                poisoned 
                                                truths
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                pick 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                meat, 
                                                    a 
                                                bittersweet 
                                                feast 
                                                for 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                liars
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                idle 
                                                servitude 
                                                the 
                                                worker 
                                                pig 
                                                so 
                                                sad
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                lizards 
                                                in 
                                                wither 
                                                have 
                                                risen 
                                                to 
                                                censor 
                                                the 
                                                thoughts 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sheep 
                                                are 
                                                stoned 
                                                and 
                                                quiet 
                                                choking 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                lies
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                lizards 
                                                feed 
                                                the 
                                                fire 
                                                without 
                                                compromise
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                your 
                                                final 
                                                warning, 
                                                    a 
                                                war 
                                                on 
                                                freewill 
                                                is 
                                                coming
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                feast 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                meat 
                                                in 
                                                bittersweet 
                                                denial
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                swallow 
                                                the 
                                                blood 
                                                of 
                                                poisoned 
                                                truths
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                pick 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                meat, 
                                                their 
                                                bittersweet 
                                                feast
 
                                    
                                
                                                Begging 
                                                forgiveness 
                                                in 
                                                denial, 
                                                your 
                                                misery 
                                                shows 
                                                it′s 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                drown 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                weakness, 
                                                the 
                                                plasphemous 
                                                river 
                                                washes 
                                                away 
                                                your 
                                                mistakes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                let 
                                                me 
                                                help 
                                                you 
                                                bury 
                                                your 
                                                dead
 
                                    
                                
                                                They've 
                                                made 
                                                the 
                                                incision 
                                                and 
                                                driven 
                                                their 
                                                industry's 
                                                waste 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                head
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                is 
                                                your 
                                                final 
                                                warning, 
                                                the 
                                                holocaust 
                                                of 
                                                thought 
                                                is 
                                                dawning
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                feast 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                meat 
                                                in 
                                                bittersweet 
                                                denial
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                swallow 
                                                the 
                                                blood 
                                                of 
                                                poisoned 
                                                truths
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                pick 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                meat, 
                                                their 
                                                bittersweet 
                                                feast
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                bittersweet 
                                                feast 
                                                for 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                liars
 
                                    
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