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This is your dying will... |
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Forced to feed, and over again |
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Flies to filth, greed, wealth |
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And we take what they give |
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Every piece that we can hold |
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Is it all that we are, is it all we seek to be? |
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Soiled hands will meet us there, choking the light from our souls |
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I desire the pain |
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I desire the weight |
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And I will face my grave |
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Draining the life from our veins |
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Into a curse that we despise |
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What a sickening way |
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To spend our lives |
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Soiled hands will meet us there, choking the light from our souls |
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I desire the pain |
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I desire the weight |
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And I will face my grave |
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I desire remorse |
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I desire release |
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And I will chase this away |
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AWAY I desire the pain |
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I desire the weight |
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And I will face my grave |
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I desire remorse |
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I desire release |
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And I will chase this away [X2] |
