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A Million Dead Birds Laughing
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Void
Feed them the dawning tale of meaning This operation shall awaken the decent
Fake relish their pieces Embellish the reason Set talons to bleed them And damage the seasoning
Feed them the yawning ale Disease now means nothing to them
Fake polish their faces Hateful adoration Abolish the layers of taste built beneath their shit
Favorite flavours Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Oh, if the enemy could taste its wings Savouring flavours Until the enemy dissolves
Soulless hordes Contorted forms They gorge
Oh, misery Would they sing to be saved? Consuming life They have tried to feed the void But failed
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