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Why can't |
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I feel the life that |
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I breathe? |
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Why am I so consumed? |
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Despair the face of every strain my thoughts are weak and torn |
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Reap what you have sewn |
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The flame that burns my heart is blown |
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I wear a face that hides my pain amidst my world of anger |
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How much longer can |
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I remain, behind this mask of the damned |
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As I walk along this bacchanal of sin |
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It allows the darkness of my soul to fester within |
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Reap what you have sewn |
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My faith in life is gone |
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This world prepares a feverfeast that feeds the beast |
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Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds |
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My world prepares a feverveast that feeds the beast |
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Spoken by the wayward souls, their forgotten words |
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I bide my time awaiting one final chance to reflect on the past |
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Of this disease |
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I call my life |
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As I walk along this bacchanal of sin |
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It allows the darkness of my soul to fester within |
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Reap what you have sewn, my faith in life is gone |
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This world prepares a feverfeast that feeds the beast |
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Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds |
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My world prepares a feverveast that feeds the beast |
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Spoken by the wayward souls, their forgotten words. |
