Thinking Plague - Consolamentum lyrics

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Thinking Plague - Consolamentum lyrics

Place your hands on this body, that it be ready when morning brings the end of days. Consolamentum the world cannot touch me now. This flesh is not a temple, rather a prison cell. Now, we cast it off. Consolamentum I hear the hammers bang ...morning comes Consolamentum the fires light the way.

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