The fields are burning again
There is no food, no rest, no kind touch on my fevered brow
There is just silence, as if a vacuum has covered up the world
There is a man in the corner
His lips move frantically, he is pleading
But the entity he is praying to no longer exists
Not here, no
For here is where we go to die
Here is where angels forsake us, they fall
Here is where God's disgraced son holds court
Here, the currency is sin and the richer you are, the blacker your heart
Upon the burning plain, they march
A horde of demons, a reminder of sins you committed in the past
What is your future, you ask?
You? You who are imprisoned here think you can make demands?
You are naught but hollow, naught but a husk
You used to be human, now you're a disgrace
Abandon all hope, for hope has no place here
And the louder you scream, the longer you stay
Round and round the mulberry bush you go
Day after day after day
The Bilge Master
I see a bright light waiting at the end of the tunnel
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but the pain is part of the struggle
I got my demons at my back
but I'm ready to ruffle
I found my reason to fight
so this time I am the trouble
I may be knocked back when I'm a bad lawn
and rocked I gonna make it hotter than
hell spawning top that push the limits
and if it's a fight then a minute finish
it is our beginning
I came here to Win It though together
one foreign foreign all right all right
take my homies part of the struggle
I got my demons I came here
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