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I will not bear the watch while the animated sadness releases |
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A cyanide touch for us |
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So utterly devastating its measure glides |
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The breath that is born of behemoth size |
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Unveiled exhumed when everything twists into form |
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For you to see all in a perilous mourn |
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With long relentless devotion |
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The grant of these open wounds and this heartless rip |
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The drains are waiting for the loss of your blood |
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Enter all simple solutions |
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The center of this wasteland |
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So barren and bleak, so feeble and weak |
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With a quick flash of ice in your chest |
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Like falling into a mine field, face first |
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Is this the snap of your filament or the grimmest devout |
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Is this the snap of your neck rung red hung in this rope |
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I will not let this subside |
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For the still beating heart that is buried inside |
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The depths of old to the births of war |
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The weak will beg, swaggering in decent |
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The weak will beg, of instant revelations |
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The weak will beg, in risk to repent |
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The weak will beg, for death again and again and again |
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The shattered screams of a people unfulfilled |
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With the sight and with the sound |
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The reign of steel, their blood unbound |
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Is this the snap of your filament or the grimmest devout |
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Is this the snap of your neck rung red hung in this rope |
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I will not let this subside |
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For the still beating heart that is buried inside |
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The depths of old to the births of war |
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The weak will beg, swaggering in decent |
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The weak will beg, of instant revelations |
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The weak will beg, in risk to repent |
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The weak will beg, for death again and again and again |
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The weak will beg, swaggering in decent |
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The weak will beg, of instant revelations |
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The weak will beg, in risk to repent |
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The weak will beg, for death again and again and again and again and again and again |