Converge Antithesis Letras:
Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent
mind. Govern me, kill thy master. You will not
enslave me. The root is bitter but the fruit is
sweet but not exempt from criticism. Small pox
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friendship, you die I take. You are the new slave.
Don't call me God because I don't have a disease.
What is cold to you is love to me. Savior seething
rolling you in. Cherub in red said there's nothing
to see here. Hallowed be who art in heaven. I
refuse to call that fucker by name.
Letras: Antithesis Converge [final]