| I remember, the kiss of shame.
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| The hopeless greed that once united
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| our paths from earth to the wretched night.
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| Now we are closer to hell than to wholeness.
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| Forever in lustful disdain.
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| The drowning heart shall always remain,
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| in fear of our lustful disdain.
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| These eyes shall drown in shame.
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| In the light of our blindness,
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| Servants to the night, we are.
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| Bleeding for our hearts’reprisal,
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| Servants to the night we are.
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| A heart condemned to treachery.
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| Thick are the rivers of hopeless greed.
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| Three words to bind madness and mourn the loss of self.
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| I remember, the kiss of shame.
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| The hopeless greed that once united
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| our paths from earth to the wretched night.
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| Now we are closer to hell than to wholeness.
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| Forever in lustful disdain.
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| The drowning heart shall always remain,
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| in fear of our lustful disdain.
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| These eyes shall drown in shame.
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| In the light of our blindness,
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| servants to the night we are.
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| Bleeding for our hearts’reprisal,
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| servants to the night we are.
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| Lost words, heavenless.
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| Servants to the night, we are.
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| In the light of our blindness,
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| servants to the night, we are.
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| Servants to the night.
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| Servants to the night. |