| You drown in stagnation, in a world of frustration
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| Your chance for salvation is to weave a cell of fears
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| This stainless collection of countless imperfection
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| A mild satisfaction, a sea of rotten tears
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| This serpentine throne suits you well
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| A place to reign the deepest hell
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| Faded memories, they crawl across the years—
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| Reveal your hidden fears
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| A short hesitation on your way to desperation
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| You’ll feel the aggravation before divine begins
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| I gaze into a darkened well
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| With madness that erodes my shell
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| Decay’s burning bleakly in my eyes—
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| No way to save our wasted lives
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| Death’s in your soul dear
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| It’s in your dreams—it is near
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| What I was meant to be, what I was born to be
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| What will set me free, I was too blind to see
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| Too blind to realize
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| Too blind to turn the tides
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| Too blind to see your lies
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| Was too blind to see
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| This serpentine throne suits me well
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| A place where vilest worms do dwell
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| Faded memories, they crawl across the years
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| Enraged by all your fears
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| Death’s in your soul dear
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| It’s in your dreams, it’s always near…
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| Death’s in your soul, dear
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| It is near, it’s in your dreams
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| It’s always near…
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| Oh, how dare you come into my lair
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| Here in this void, this sanctum
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| Reigns despair, and somberly it sleeps
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| It winds, it slowly creeps
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| The end is near
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| Take a look around — this evil lurks behind you
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| Two thousand years of lies
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| And arrogance that blinds you
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| Nightmares crawl, the serpent in your eye
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| The road of Cain winds on until you die |