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Lethal |
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This weird and recurrent dream my subconscious forces me to |
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Where I stand and behold a sinister painting I made |
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Holding my mother's hand the disfigured face stares at me, so little... lethal |
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Hidden darkness in nooks and corners |
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Shrouded in smokes which daze his portrait so pale |
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I wait for the dreadful second |
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The fall of the uncrosses barriers |
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Seeping through my dreamlike visions |
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Senseless and self destroying reflects |
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Torture quietly, dig the thin bark |
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A forgotten being |
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Without vice and purpose |
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His skin so cold... the eyes smile as lips are absent |
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Feed me with you abandoned life |
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Behold me brother |
