| Deep in the darkest mental recess
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| There dwelt a force within the abscess
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| That you called fear
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| You were never alone
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| One final victim’s dying dreams
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| An ecstasy of filth and screams
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| Emancipated nightmares
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| On a bloodied floor of dead prayers
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| In the walls you’ve built around your feeble mind
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| I’ll sleep through the cracks
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| Think of me as something you can control
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| But not predict the backlash
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| Suppressed inside, pent up terror mounts
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| You created me
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| Ghastly automaton exacerbates your plight
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| Your suffering feeds me!
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| Now we, we are become the force
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| The denotative urge
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| Irrepressible the slayers revolt
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| O how this worms have turned
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| Forever repressed, imprisoned for being born
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| Antimony incarnate
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| The bastard, prodigal son returns
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| Bearing gifts to decimate
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| No more the false enlightenment
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| Only your death
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| Revealed
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| Blood seeking redress
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| You cry out all you like
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| There’s noone to care
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| Rotting in a prison that you built from lies
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| Revisiting your crimes at source
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| With not a shred of regret
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| You brought this torture upon yourself
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| Suffering pain begets
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| Inflict no more, you wretched fool
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| Your time is it an end
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| Divinity a forsaken dream
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| A rubicon you’ll never transcend |