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Waking - here we go again |
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Basting pieces, de-skinning my bones |
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Wading through old blood and stains |
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Restructuring the crime |
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To reach the end of the line |
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Angelic choirs sing: am I forgiven? |
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Split my flesh to reveal |
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There's nothing left to curse |
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Tearing my wounds in vain |
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When seeking for myself in pain |
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Fading into a brand new day |
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Godless dreams breeds a hopeless wake |
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Scarring these old wounds again |
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Preparing my demise, yet expecting reprise |
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Demonic legions shriek: I am forsaken! |
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Split my flesh to reveal |
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There is nothing left to curse |
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Tearing my wounds in vain |
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When seeking for myself in pain |
