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Chains shackle me |
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With truth I'm face to face |
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Backed up in between |
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A damp cage I remain |
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In the cell of numb despair |
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The chill engulfs my veins |
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There's only one notion that I revere |
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The only truth in life is pain |
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It levels and crushes at its free will |
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My doomed fate will soon be sealed |
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Pain's invention, madness |
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Preys behind my eyes |
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Pain's invention, madness |
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Now I realize |
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Pain's invention, madness |
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Though I'll not break free |
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Pain's invention, madness |
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Truth eternally |
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Beyond my grasp is a life |
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That I will never attain |
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Happiness, joy, not in sight |
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Supplanted by truth's dark reign |
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Physical, mental agony shows |
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Along which my life revolves |
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Either you feel it, or you don't |
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There are never lies involved |
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Clutching to my abnormality |
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Hand in hand with destiny |
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Pain's invention, madness |
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Preys behind my eyes |
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Pain's invention, madness |
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Now I realize |
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Pain's invention, madness |
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Though I'll not break free |
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Pain's invention, madness |
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Truth eternally |
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When you are pumping full of life |
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The one sensation that you have |
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Can penetrate through love or hate |
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Existence on a higher plane |
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In death and life, both the domains |
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Surrender totally to pain |
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I slip and claw and scream |
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It calls |
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Leave me alone with me |
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It yearns |
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I'm bleeding from my brain |
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It needs me |
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I'm helpless, trapped behind |
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Its walls |
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Tearing apart my mind |
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It burns |
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Upon my naked soul |
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It feeds |
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Streams of consciousness fill the page |
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As my nerve endings scream in rage |
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Deliver me to the darkest age |
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As DeSade sits at center stage |
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My flesh is but a portal now |
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To wisdom and truth I am avowed |
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Pain's invention, madness |
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Pain's invention, madness |
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Twisting through the door |
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Am I nevermore? |
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My breath I can feel |
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Therefore I am real |
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I've succumbed to there heinous sins |
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And I'll never be forgiven |
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Shackled and bound, my new life I've found |
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And I've tasted the fruits forbidden |
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I've craving more |
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Of pain's overtures |
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Liberation is near |
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And I have nothing to fear |
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In this journey of self-discovery |
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I have found the keys to be set free |
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In this wicked course, I've uncovered the force |
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That will keep me vital eternally |
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Pain's invention, madness |
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The force that preys behind my eyes |
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Pain's invention, madness upon me |
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Pain's invention, madness |
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It takes this long to realize |
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Pain's invention, madness, has set me free |
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Transcendency |
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Of mere mortality |
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Tortured infliction |
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Is now my addiction |
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Constant agony |
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Has created me |
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I am suffering |
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Through this atrocity |
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I'm not blind to what I might find |
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Squirming way down deep inside my labyrinthine mind |
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Inhibitions removed, replaced with scar tissue |
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And I'm punished with blades of my lobotomizing suit |
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I've sought this dream |
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In its violent extreme |
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Now my pleasure is clear |
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Though the lesson's severee |
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My will is strong, but I could be wrong |
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This new doctrine for which I've been searching all along is |
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The religion of truth through administration of pain |
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The body only takes so much before it drives the mind insane |
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As a matter of fact, my friend |
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I've come to my bitter end |
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It's not a torture rack I'm in |
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Though I can still pretend |
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It's a jacket of white with buckles and straps |
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Not a pleasure device at all |
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It keeps me safely under wraps |
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While I'm chained to this padded wall |
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hear my cries... |
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you'll never know |
