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Creeping 'cross the canvas of color, crawling in a cold delight |
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Bitter sweet perversions, paint their picture cross their precious sky |
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And it's all I've been searching for |
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Wretched is the filth, that grinds the holy with its doubt |
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Embrace its heart and tear it out |
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Chorus: |
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Reach into the fire, see if you can feel my soul |
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Burning with desire, to be free from this dirty black hole |
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Can you bring me liberation? Do you know the depth of my obscenities? |
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Love is lost, love is cold, love is sick, love is dead |
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When love is in the shadows of insanity |
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And it's all I've been searching for |
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Cursed are the bastard sons of stupidity |
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Grind that knife and slash their life |
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(chorus) |
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(Solo) |
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And it's all I've been searching for |
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Greater is the greatness, gained through humility |
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Close your eyes, step inside |
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(chorus repeats 2x) |
