Lyrics

Bring it
I feel it well up inside mind's eye
Manifest
I sense the cold wind's creeping mort
Rejection
Found in a lapse of sin
Smell paragon wrapped in ivory
Pandora
Pandora
I taste dull sulfur
Rightful decay
Ascension
In doubt of what we say and do
Take back what you put yourself through
False clout
Gatekeepers, déjà vu
Undercut yourself through and through
It's an art that you arf-arf-arf through
It's a rush to just arf-arf-arf (No)
No, we prevail, we succeed
We'll just arf-arf, too
We watch you falling
Now, it seems so small
So cold
Stutter as you stall
It's an art that you arf-arf-arf through
It's a rush to just arf-arf-arf (No)
No, we prevail, we succeed
You arf-arf in tune
In tune
You arf-arf, too
Enough is enough
You just arf-arf-arf through
Clue, you have none, arf in our tune
See through the pale, arf-arf 'new
What I thought, like you knew
Written by: Brannon Means, Brent Tarquin, Erik Tinajero
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