| What are these actions of mine?
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| What are the words of my tongue?
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| What are these thoughts of my mind?
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| What have I become?
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| His kingdom doesn’t reach these heights
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| His power has come to an end
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| I will go wherever you are
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| Cause you are my dear, my child
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| You have become
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| Blinded, darkened, numb,
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| The torturer of your soul
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| The punisher of your life
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| The self hate that keeps you to the fire
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| The blame that heavily weighs on your shoulders
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| The confusion bewildering your wish
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| You are pity, a rag, a leaf in a storm
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| His kingdom doesn’t reach these heights
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| His power has come to an end
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| I will go wherever you are
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| Cause you are my dear, my child
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| You’ve got an insatiable
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| Hunger for destruction
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| A constantly desire for pain
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| You are drawn to the dark
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| As a moth to the light
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| Chains around your neck
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| They are tightening
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| So you just keep on fighting
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| His kingdom doesn’t reach these heights
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| His power has come to an end
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| I will go wherever you are
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| ‘Cause you are my dear, my child
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| The sickening thoughts
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| Are kept outside
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| Now I can breathe
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| There is no need to hide |