| The dreams of others
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| Wither by light of day
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| When the truth’s uncovered
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| You will find me wasting away
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| A dark curse upon me
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| Flesh bound to the whipping post
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| Hunted and haunted
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| Stalked by nostalgia the memory of a ghost
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| Beyond forlorn
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| The answers lie in loneliness
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| Disease reborn
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| I am so full on emptiness
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| In the heart of torture
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| Came the vulture’s melody
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| To grant my wishes
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| A pardon from this malady
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| A drop of poison
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| Just a drop to call the armies off
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| A chance for release
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| For release is all I ever want
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| Beyond forlorn
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| The answers lie in loneliness
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| Disease reborn
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| I am so full on emptiness
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| The greed that blankets passion
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| Keeps all of our grief in fashion
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| And as the fervor slowly dies
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| I damn my soul to open up the sky
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| From this failing temple
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| Draped in scarlet shrouds
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| The starving statue
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| Looks on and speaks aloud
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| Locked inside the famine chamber
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| I am the prince of emaciation
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| Under the spell of the coldest slender
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| Grant me my wish, release the poison
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| A dark curse upon me
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| Flesh bound to the whipping post
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| A drop of poison
|
| Just a drop to call the armies off
|
| Beyond forlorn
|
| The answers lie in loneliness
|
| Disease reborn
|
| I am so full on emptiness
|
| The greed that blankets passion
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| Keeps all of our grief in fashion
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| Beyond forlorn
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| Stalked by nostalgia
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| My memories are your ghost |