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LYRICS:
"I am the beast at the bottom of the firmament clawing at the roots of the garden.
I am the beast wrapped in the vulgar.
Slowly it slips down his lips he feels sick as he starves.
All alone as it arched sees something crawling in the dark as he gags and spits it out in the garden, deep down in the garden.
Says 'Let's burn it down to the garden. Let's burn the house to the garden.'
They're saying 'I am a figure of virtue', but when I look into their eyes I can see their skin wears them like a cloak, and they would watch the flames grow and grow.
He says 'There's something out here clawing around my throat.'
I can feel as it roots down through my spine and deep into the earth.
It's saying 'Heaven is the virus they fed you with a spoon to make you believe in something better than you.'
While we watch it burn and burn down.
Burn it down to the garden."
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Window Sung
02:41
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Thee Worst
02:49
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Swarms
04:20
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Thorns
04:45
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Golden Stairs
04:25
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Severed Circle
06:14
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