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Deep in this blackened void |
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The space that used to be my soul |
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No ray of light no hope has shown there in the |
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Darkened cold. |
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In time memories and pain will fade and disappear |
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They must, but not until this mortal being has turned to scattered dust. |
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You cannot judge what you don't understand |
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Take the blade |
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From the child's hand |
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All the petty lies |
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And the jealous whores |
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Matter little |
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And leave me bored. |
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Repent, remorse, revenge |
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Repent, remorse, revenge |
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Why don't you just crucify me, |
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Nail me to a cross |
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And bite and scratch and make me scream |
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If that will get you off. |
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In time memories and pain will fade and disappear |
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They must, but not until this mortal being has turned to scattered dust. |
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You say a fall from grace |
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Would suit me well |
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Well you can crawl straight back to hell, |
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Fear not to lie, |
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It will seem a sharper hit |
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Nor to blaspheme |
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It will pass for wit. |
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You cannot judge what you don't understand |
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Take the blade |
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From the child's hand. |
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All the petty lies |
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And the jealous whores |
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Matter little |
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And leave me bored |
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Repent, remorse, revenge |
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Repent, remorse, revenge |
