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Lyrics

I commit blasphemy, put a dent in history I'll see this blasted timeline is put to death To them, it's alchemy At the edge of fantasy Occupying their beloved odds is what we do To them, we're no more than lost profligates Until we descend to change the world I wish to bid farewell and depart this mortal shell Make the cut and bleed out what's trapped inside I detest reality And its boundless apathy What untold madness drives you to see it through To them, we're no morе than lost profligates Until we descеnd to change the world