| In a world of noones
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| I’ll be the freak
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| Turn and hide from the mask you see
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| Misshapen face of fear
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| I will be your obscenity
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| I will be the depraved
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| I will be your deepest fear
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| That lights the dark that you so crave
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| Created in honnor, in honnor to live
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| Invisible, terror descends
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| The deepest fear come true
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| One false move and you know you’ll fall
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| The abyss of nightmares gapes below you
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| Hideous to look upon
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| A deformed face, a bastard son
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| A pantomime, a colourful tale
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| Yet in this theatre, no beauty prevails
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| How could they do this to me?
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| My Lord, he never cared
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| Screaming for help and I was not saved
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| Tried to trust but I found despair
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| They have despised me since the day I was born
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| Reviled by truth, their minds too small
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| Tearing open blinded sightless eyes
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| Only death is real â€" the true demise
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| Unquenchable thirst never slaked
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| Set loose the storm within me
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| It rages on
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| I’ll obliterate all you doubters
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| With my hammers of twisted truth
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| Drive the nails deeper into your hands
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| Feed the sickness, destroying you
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| Vomit the beast upon the unsuspecting world
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| Surprise on their faces is joy to behold
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| Try to silence me, but killing me now won’t work
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| Eternal â€" heretics forever speak
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| I am the disease
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| I am that which rots inside
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| Festering within
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| There is no cure for my plague
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| And though I die in vain
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| I die with open eyes
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| Take the grave this sight from me
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| Sweet silence of the obscene
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| Spectre of insanity looms
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| Burning pain consumes me
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| Vile hatred, the truth will out
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| Heaving flesh, mine to create
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| Unquenchable thirst never slaked
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| Set loose the storm within me
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| It rages on
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| And it will rage forever more! |