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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dennis Feijns
Dennis Feijns
Songwriter

Lyrics

The game marks the end of time
No pain at the end of the line
The world consists of moving shadows
No savor to the blood of Christ
No dosage to douse all the fire
We sit atop mountains of ash
Killed the maximalists
In the era of rotten fruit
Tasted all that there is
In the era of rotten fruit
The fruit has fermented to mold
Passions perverted and cold
Unwilling to see it is bitter
No time to see stories told
The pawns are writhing and old
Willing to let the body wither
Killed the maximalists
In the era of rotten fruit
Tasted all that there is
In the era of rotten fruit
Let the body wither
In the era of rotten fruit
We create red rivers
In the era of rotten fruit
I will lie to get inside
I will lie, I am pests and pride
I have lied to get inside
To see you squirm and falter, I
I have lied
I refuse to die
I want to live forever, I
Killed the maximalists
In the era of rotten fruit
Tasted all that there is
In the era of rotten fruit
Let the body wither
In the era of rotten fruit
We create red rivers
In the era of rotten fruit
I have lied
I am pests and pride
I'll see you fall and wither, I
I am the demand
Don't you understand
No one wishes to go on
Written by: Dennis Feijns

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