| Dead lives rive
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| From my human hide
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| When the cult had come for me
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| I could have got away, but didn’t
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| I couldn’t be the one to cause this any longer
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| Had it been a day or a year inside this skin?
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| I could not tell, the faces i had captured over centuries took hold
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| I became a kind of hunter
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| Eating pelts of pleading meat to acquire their appearance
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| Taking their form with will alone
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| Alive and crawling out of me
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| To catch its prey
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| Shed you foreign poison peltry
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| Take the rind you want
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| Seen to be a wicked omen
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| Despite attempts to hide my live birthmark
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| Crown of a dark demon tar
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| I’d taken back with me from the other side
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| There is no God
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| For if there was
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| Then how’d this evil take me?
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| It seeped and crawled its way along my face
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| As mother wept
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| Stealing identities from every skin it sees
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| Growing with urgency
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| When he tried to cut it off
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| Many a time to no avail
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| It would take my livid father’s manic features
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| Laughing at him as he tried to hack them off his son
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| Knowing that he could not end my life, he took his own
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| Mother mourned the death of him
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| And knew that many more would follow
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| If I didn’t leave right then
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| Heading out into the woods
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| I promised I would never come back
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| I thank the dead that she knows not what I have become
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| Taking over adolescent tendencies
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| To feed
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| To hunt
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| To kill
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| To change
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| Decades take me deep into the curses endless undertow
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| There is no time or end behind this epidermal prison
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| My thread of youth imprisoned
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| Tortured by immortal victims
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| I am the involuntary doppelgänger
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| I can not stop it, my skin is alive
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| All of the time I’ve spent inside it
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| I never thought it could be calling out to any other
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| Involuntary doppelgänger
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| Had it grown bored of its feed or gained knowledge with time?
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| Whatever the change had been
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| I felt it emanating information
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| Had it tried to send a beacon warning them to stay away?
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| I heard the voices calling back
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| Involuntary doppelgänger
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| Had it tried to send a beacon warning them to stay away?
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| I heard the voices calling back
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| Involuntary doppelgänger
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| One last face it had to acquire
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| Before it’s caught
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| The menace cloak found her
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| Still alive and skinning bodies of her own
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| It appeared she had done the same as I
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| For all this time, to see her son again
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| And there I stood
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| The cloak of others made her impossible to recognize
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| She carved me like any other martyr of our curse
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| When the cult had breached our cabin
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| Taking me to be a random victim of the doppelgänger
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| Heading out into the woods
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| I promised I would never come back
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| I thank the dead that she knows not what I have become
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| Taking over adolescent tendencies
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| To feed
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| To hunt
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| To kill
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| To change
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| Decades take me deep into the curses endless undertow
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| My tongue speaks in a cadence that only A.U.M. |
| can decipher
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| Void of bidding heading out a very inner wreathing
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| Of a demon with intent to animate and be gone |