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For all the ones who seek their dawn |
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My wrath I breed, My wrath I spawn |
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Behind a crooked cross they hide |
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Forever I Shall be their bride |
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Amidst this fog my body twitches with the wolves growl |
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A snuff utopia for the soul |
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Wake up! emerging from this cruel poetry |
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The real nightmare is the prison called reality |
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I have seen to much waste of lives being thrown into the fire |
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No way I'm gonna set you free |
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You come to me with a piece of your shadow pretending to see |
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Sown in my flesh the seed of your hatreds infecting me |
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Dark embrace, cold embrace, sweet embrace unfolding |
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Seeking for the end not written in your destiny |
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This is not the cure and now I spil I spil on your deception |
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Back to old "Hill Life Sanitarium" I go |
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My home - my life - the only place I know |
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No mirror holding the reflection of the emotions I feel |
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And puppets hanging from the walls I see |
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You come to me with a piece of your shadow pretending to see |
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Sown in my flesh the seed of your hatreds infecting me |
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Dark embrace, cold embrace, sweet embrace unfolding |
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Seeking for the end not written in your destiny |
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This is not the cure and now I spil I spil on your infection |
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I spil on your Deception |
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I spil on your infection |
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Sown in my fresh the seed of your hatreds infecting me |
