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The Black Mask: |
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Creep in before the rise of the sun |
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Execute a story never told |
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Do not think |
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Just do |
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No human emotion |
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Who says I'm even human at this point? |
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A poor example of life |
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No morals |
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Just a huge display of direction |
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Hear, then do |
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Profit |
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Sneak in the box before the rise of the sun |
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A four-handed bed occupied by only two |
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The window is yawning |
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Faceless in a sea of space |
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My propulsion from their pain |
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In, out |
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Profit |
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Why would they need me for a simple confession? |
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Collect, then destroy |
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Collect, then destroy |
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Before the rise of the sun |
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Faceless in a sea of space |
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My propulsion from their pain |
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Years Later: |
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Frantic writing |
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Not meant for my eyes |
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Why did I keep this? |
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What inside forced me to see the ink? |
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Smoothed out, then in pieces |
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I can't live with this |
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I must let her know |
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A valley of smiling despair |
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Self doubt would be my first guess |
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Confusion, sadness, the other half |
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But lost through selfish measures |
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I can't live with this |
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I must let her know |
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(One heart in a two heart bed. She woke to nothing. Because of me, she woke to nothing.) |
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The robot has stepped out of his box |
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Foreigner in my own land |
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No profit |
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For once no profit |
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Walk in |
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After the rise of the sun |
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Conclude a story never read |
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A burning smell creeps up my nostrils |
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(the box is gone) |
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A trapdoor locked from the inside |
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Incomplete me |
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Impossible conclusion |
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Me |
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Faceless in a sea of space |
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My propulsion from their pain |
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Frantic writing not meant for my eyes |