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Invocation, the blood peers through my veins |
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I cannot see the face of eyeless hell |
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Invocation for the knowledge of the cold |
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Dark and gray like a machine |
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Insanity became reality |
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All fragments endes, embracing time |
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Releasing shadows as it stops to flow |
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And slain an amusing lifeless curse |
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My arms are getting colder |
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It comes over my shoulder |
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Something I've never seen |
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I'm getting to be a machine |
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My blood stops to flow |
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My hand, an iron glove |
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I change my be |
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I wouldn't be a machine |
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Incarnation of a further level n fear |
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A gracious life betrayed by an energetic stream |
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Incarnation by powers of the unknown might |
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The evolution of the human race |
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Insanity became reality |
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All fragments endes, embracing time |
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Releasing shadows as it stops to flow |
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And slain an amusing lifeless curse |
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My arms are getting colder |
|
It comes over my shoulder |
|
Something I've never seen |
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I'm getting to be a machine |
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My blood stops to flow |
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My hand, an iron glove |
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I change my be |
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I wouldn't be a machine |
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Disinfection of information |
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Instruction failed |
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Perhaps, maybe, align |
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My arms are getting colder |
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It comes over my shoulder |
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Something I've never seen |
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I'm getting to be a machine |
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My blood stops to flow |
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My hand, an iron glove |
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I change my be |
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I wouldn't be a machine |
