Serpents In Solitude

Funeral For a Friend

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    Question, nothing will come of it
    Replace, Destroy the parts that never seem to fit
    Cancer spreads through the nerve, through the tissue and we burn
    Infecting visuals giving nothing in return
    Resolutions, they never come
    The words come out, like vipers tongues
    Diseases spread through the world with no solution and we burn
    Infecting everyone they meet until we're singing the same damned song

    I have blood on the brain
    I see red like a snake
    Clearing way for the armies of out demise

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    If you want to believe in, believe in something
    No holy ghost will change your mind

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    Composition: Kris Roberts, Darran Smith, Matt Davies, Ryan Richards, and Gareth Davies

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