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Black Damask (The Fog) |
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Now what have I become? |
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It's more black in my heart |
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Than the ice in your lungs |
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Hail elegance as we revel in the lust of pure destruction |
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"Miss Cadaverous", let me light the darkness in your eyes |
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I am yours |
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Like the stillness of a corpse |
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With a heart bound by ache |
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Though it doesn't beat it breaks |
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I am cursed |
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I sew my eyes shut just to sleep |
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We're caught in all the webs we weave |
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No sonnet for the recently deceased |
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They lie awake just to hear you scream |
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Strip the world and paint it ****ing black |
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Now what have you become? |
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You once felt like home |
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Now a ghost in the fog |
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The funeral song of misery was played on keys of ivory |
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"Miss Cadaverous", show me who you really ****ing are |
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In my eyes I am yours |
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Such a paleness I adore |
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With a heart bound by pain |
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Though it doesn't beat it breaks |
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I am cursed |
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I sew my eyes shut just to sleep |
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We're caught in all the webs we weave |
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No sonnet for the recently deceased |
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They lie awake just to hear you |
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Right here, right now |
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Burn it ****ing down |
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Oh what a mess I have made of my life |
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"His arms are around me |
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His tongue in my eyes" |
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Hide my face from the light |
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"The Spider man is having me for dinner tonight" |
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I am cursed |
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Now go back to the start, I still hear her voice |
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But she's lost in the fog |
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I sew my eyes shut just to sleep |
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We're caught in all the webs we weave |
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No sonnet for the recently deceased |
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They lie awake just to hear you scream |
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Strip the world |
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And paint it ****ing black |
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Your "love" is just a frail disguise |
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To hide the pain behind your eyes |
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In Lacerated lullabies |
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We all fall down |
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Your "love" is just your alibi |
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The antidote of your demise |
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In lacerated lullabies |
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We all fall down |