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I am your keper |
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And this wall will protect |
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Will all great at Neptune's ocean wash the blood from my hands |
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Transformed and tiresome |
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A ghostly vision of what life used to be |
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Dead eyes stare aimlessly |
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At what's beyond |
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In need of anguish |
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The penalty repaind |
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To end the means |
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I am Impurity |
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Imprisoned in a cold shell |
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So isolate |
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Awating the grave |
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Wallowing in exile |
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A ritual sacrifice |
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The hunter has come |
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Dead eyes stare aimlessly |
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At what's beyond |
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In need of anguish |
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The penalty repaid |
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To end the means |
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Teacher! Leader! |
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Show us how to feel pain and remorse |
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Bleed these lacerations dry |
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Until I cease the urge to exploit |
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This Kingdom of Solitude |
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A personal hell |
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I must try not to feed off the pain |
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That I once reveled in |
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A lone wolf in this emptiness |
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Defeated |
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I've served this sentence far too many times |
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This face is scarred and worn |
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Help me get rid of this crown of thorns |
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I still feed of the pain |
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That I once reveled in |
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Teacher! Leader! |
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Show us how to feel the pain and remorse |
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Bled these lacerations dry |
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Until I cease the urge to exploit |
