| Gaze into my broken eyes, where laughter and sorrow collide.
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| Scattered are the pieces which time forgot.
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| See the cracked mirror walls, emerald mist flowing down the halls.
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| Shattered pieces of a forgotten puzzle.
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| Feel the shaking of my room, welcome to my most humble tomb.
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| Lay your head upon the crimson velvet pillow.
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| Relax as I tell you a tale when lunacy reigned and madness prevailed.
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| Long nailed fingers run through silken hair.
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| Our poison tongues now dance, wet with entrancing liquors.
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| We drown in burning ecstasy, but you seek something more than this.
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| Tonight another looking glass will crack.
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| My promises too broken, did you believe what I’ve spoken?
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| The echoes shall splinter your mind like they did mine.
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| Prepare my darling, for the nocturnal wedding. |
| ble tomb.
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| Lay your head upon the crimson velvet pillow.
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| Relax as I tell you a tale when lunacy reigned and madness prevailed.
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| Long nailed fingers run through silken hair.
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| Our poison tongues now dance, wet with entrancing liquors.
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| We drown in burning ecstasy, but
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| you seek something more than this.
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| Tonight another looking glass will crack.
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| My promises too broken, did you believe what I’ve spoken?
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| The echoes shall splinter your mind like they did mine.
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| Prepare my darling, for the nocturnal wedding.
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| (Solo — Aphazel)
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| Gaze into my broken eyes where a deranged love rises, to greet your lovelorn
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| flesh.
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| Hallucinating like undead shamans,
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| You feel the rapturous sting of first death and collapse into lonely arms.
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| Look now with night piercing eyes, not quite broken, but time shall remedy.
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| Lick my blood-soaked lips once more, taste the stain of wondrous insanity.
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| The constant shrieking in your mind drives you crazy.
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| Yes, my darling, I can hear it too.
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| The answers you seek lie in the reflection.
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| Be still, allow the images to caress you, here everything is upside down.
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| Cackling like undead hyenas, you feel the boggling slap of dementia and
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| collapse into
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| delighted arms. |
| st death and collapse into lonely arms. |