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Cleanse, Spread, Infest

from Ill Will by Our Last Crusade

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When the flowers drop over my grave
And my voice is all that does remain
I hope they finally hear the words I have to say
We were in bloom and now all we do is decay

Corner the cowards, bring them on this hour
Mass is in session, but where's the fucking herald?
The bringer of ill-tidings and savior to the holy
Beloved by the many and liar to the weak

I am the madness that sleeps within the hearts of men
I awaken only to nurture suffering

Say a prayer for me
Pray to save my deviant soul
Light a candle and speak

SAVE MY FUCKING SOUL

God bless us sinners born to death and desolation
Wash our hands with poison so we can spread disaster
The sooner we flood ignorance into our blood
The faster we'll reach His lowly broken kingdom come
We are the preservation of all that is reason

When the flowers drop
At the feet of their cross
I hope they finally hear me when I say
We were in bloom and now all we do is decay

Abandon this torture
Abandon and save my fucking soul (x2)

Let the ravens come, let the crows tear out their eyes
We're blind, killing the blind, just following nothing
I'm not a monster if I am the prophet come
I'm not a coward: I am the light to which they pray

SAVE MY FUCKING SOUL

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from Ill Will, released November 30, 2018

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