it's a state of emergency who will you call on what TV diety what new idolic prize you cry out to your golden walls pray your gods will lead you through name your price and pray your gods step up to your pedestal as your temple burns to the ground your pulpit crumbles around you made of the dust youve worked so hard for your empty rewards fade away your favorite treasures rust and decay who will you look to now its time for trial by fire what now?
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