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Fall |
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Somewhere between the chaos and sulfurous light |
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Into that strange arena where attraction and repulsion meet |
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Where love and hate divides, only to meet at a point |
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Aeons spent dragging the mortal trash through a slow existence, its worn me |
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down |
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I've emptied my veins into the earth for the last time as the weight of death |
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Creeps through the silence - nothing prepared me for this |
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The space where my misery breaches has worn me down |
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I've emptied my veins into the earth for the last time |
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I've drank from the depths of the world |
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And poured my cup on the heavens |
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The dull playground |
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Between the chaos and explosive stillness |
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Where light and dark serve a purpose |
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To which humanity must bend |
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The trouble is I though we'd live forever |
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The truth is we were dead before we were born |
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If I wake again it will be in hell |
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If I see you again it will be in hell |
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Desire and suffering, the source of our delusions |
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They are only the extreme points to which we bend |
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Where the need for excess brings balance |
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No more torture, no more pain |
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It's pouring through my veins |
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No more torture, no more pain |
