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To breathe the air of dreams |
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To walk upon a path of bodies |
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To know what carnal means |
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To live the law of hate and cold flesh |
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Wailing for the solace in a lie |
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No echo here. |
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No truth. |
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No time To blind the eye to see |
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To feed on every broken moment |
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To kill and kill again |
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To end it all while it's unfolding |
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To know the only way: |
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To love the beast and then to beg it to die from every wound |
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Listen as the mourning herald sings the dirge to which we march in time |
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Crawling naked 'neath the burning stars, sleeping beauty dries |
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Never |
