| Can you feel the pain I feel?
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| I’ve lost all sense of what is real
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| I’m lost, in a world I detest
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| Can you feel the pain I feel?
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| This wound I’ve got will never heal
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| I’m lost, in the serpents own nest
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| Oh — set me free — crucify life itself
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| And let your joy be the reality,
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| Our suffering life — the dream
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| Pain, the highest order
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| Scorching the inside of my skin
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| Terminal spirit disease
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| An itch of thirst twisting my tortured nerves
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| Kill the worm that is depression
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| Join the leeches of opression
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| Unrure — twisted — logic now die
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| Kill the worm that is depression
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| My fevered — circle of damnation
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| Consumed by this torment divine
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| Terminal spirit disease
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| Terminal spirit disease
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| Your souls condemned to sing of life
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| Must die to be set free |