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WHITEWASHED TOMBS [AI Deathcore]

White paint hides the rot inside Pretty words can't stop the slide You talk so sweet a poisoned tongue Your pious face it comes undone Whitewashed tombs Stained with gloom Holy outside Rotten inside Whitewashed tombs Bringing your doom Your fancy robes your lofty prayer Just smoke and mirrors in the air You judge us all with narrowed eyes While in your heart the darkness lies Whitewashed tombs Stained with gloom Holy outside Rotten inside Whitewashed tombs Bringing your doom The truth will come out No place to hide Your hollow faith A fading tide The mask will crack The paint will peel Your rotten soul The truth revealed Whitewashed tombs Stained with gloom Holy outside Rotten inside Whitewashed tombs Fake smiles Whitewashed tombs, dead inside, the façade of saints, corrupt and vile, Poisoned tongues with toxic lies, feeding on the corpse defiled. Graves adorned with praises hollow, masking sins in daylight's glow, Ancestors' crimes still echo loudly, blood-stained path where shadows grow. Woe to those who claim the light, yet darkness coils within their soul, Vipers' den, unmask your lies, your judgment's toll shall take its toll. Squeeze the life from prophets' cries, crucifixion on your spine, Blood of righteous, screaming loud, the truth you've tried to bind. Descendants of the murderers, fulfill the sins of those before, Statues built on prophets' graves, adorned with blood of ancient lore. Condemnation waits for liars, vipers breed, igniting fire, Generation of the damned, they're fueled by hate and false desire. Unclean hearts, hypocrisy, verdict passed, eternity's sound, Temples crumble, justice reigns, hear the cries beneath the ground. Abel's blood and Zechariah, voices of the slain align, Searing heavens, judgment calls, your chairs of deceit now undermine. Jerusalem, city of sin, rejecting truth that calls for peace, Desolation claims your streets, until the cries for the Lord's release. Marrow deep, these white stones crack, revealing rot that's bound to cease, Eternal graves for hollow souls, in death is where your falseness sleeps.