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Abandoned by my beliefs Bitter and torn Absinthian sleeps Bereaved of light Find your own God Repent my sins Redeem my flaws This fire, it consumes the cynic I've become False prophets proudly try to sing a worthy outcome Malevolent Laid waste to Raised high on grief Blistered, burnt through Battled, betrayed and torn down Solace within Polished and crowned This fire, it consumes the cynic I've become False prophets always try to sing a worthy outcome Bathed in blood and burning I'm asking sister sea to cleanse me of this yearning This fear that's consuming me Bathed in blood and burning To cleanse me of this yearning