Sangtekst: Pressure. Beasts. ...And They Wait.

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Two-thousand years you've waited instilled with fear
The wrath of god and the promise of rapture
Spreading the disease to and unwilling host
Forcing unnatural thoughts on the minds of the innocent and the unaware

Redeem. Repent. Repay what you oew
Candy-coated rhetoric chewed up and swallow whole

Life without this notion for a hundred centuries
Now they wait. Now they Now they wait for a second coming
Repenting...Regretting their latest sin.
With every passing day you grow that much older
With every passing day death draws that much closer
Is the uncertainty driving you mad?
Is in the insanity driving you to seek "HIM?"
Is the uncertainty driving you mad?
Is the insanity driving you to seek "HIM?"

And they wait
And they wait
And they wait
And they wait
And they fucking wait