| A sickening sermon held with the mirror’s gaze
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| Without flesh to offer, without will to save
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| Now deceit’s reflection, glares back with lying eyes and recites the lie that
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| Brought this corpse to life
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| And I must deny myself all life’s pleasures
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| For in this denial I have found sick perfection
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| Now I beg to serve the night in the blazing curse of the dawn
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| To shatter the mirror and see what lies beyond
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| With frozen fear and guilt to feed the sightless wisdom
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| That I held near, as close as any fucking coffin
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| And I must deny myself all life’s pleasures
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| For in this denial I have found sick perfection
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| Now I beg to serve the night in the blazing curse of dawn
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| To shatter the mirror and see what lies beyond
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| A reflection of disease, a twisted vision of deceit
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| With one last breath to tell the tale
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| Of failures conquest, of shattered spells
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| Embrace the knowledge, embrace the sickness
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| Elegant yet perverse, I’m in the clutches of vanity’s curse
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| Now I beg to serve the night in the blazing curse of dawn
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| To shatter the mirror and see what lies beyond |