Tread lightly the sight of the devil’s spawn
Narrow your gaze upon the throne
Frivolous wares and fruitless words
A covetous snare for every filthy bird
So beautifully stunning
Tasers of light
Enchant the beholders
Cripple their sight
All for them
And them for none
The devil’s spawn are on the run
They know their time is short
But they wont stop til they stop breathing
They’ll take us all down with them
All names in the book of treason
They think they’re really something
What it takes to get us over
But true beauty is divine
without a beholder
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