Your fear
Prong
[m. kirkland-t. parsons-t. victor]
His holy misunderstood
Misdirected, misconstrued
This holy roll of the dice
Take your chances
Hold on tight
Silence the silent
Confuse the confused
Confusion runs rampant
On a ship of fools
The clock is ticking
This sacred joke
Left without a reason
Till reason takes hold
Surrender your fear
Crawl into the flame
His holy unconsciousness
Endless discussion
Of our uselessness
Alive and kicking
This sacred joke
Left without a reason
Till reason takes hold
Surrender your fear
Crawl into the flame
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