| Flawless wounds of the loving kind
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| Pierce the skin and adorn the flesh
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| Shadows slow with the wear of time
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| Mimic still, our endless pain
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| Mimic still, our pain
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| Slow with the wear of time
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| Mimic still, our pain
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| Mimic still, our pain
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| Trapped behind the mirrors of our eyes
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| That reflect our fears and sins and lies
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| So enter now, the scarlet blade
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| Pierce this heart of mine, slit the wrists of time
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| So enter now, the shadows slow
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| Aged beyond our years, prey upon our fears
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| Trapped behind the mirrors of our eyes
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| That reflect our fears and sins and lies
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| Come forth now
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| Mimic still, our pain
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| Come forth now
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| Mimic still, our pain |