| That’s where things end again, under the serpent’s call
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| On this majestic piece of wood
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| Covered with the spilled blood of a lifetime
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| Let me be a martyr
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| Defiled by the lamentations of the unwanted
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| Silent screams keep on breaking the peace inside
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| The echoes of the void…
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| This empty envelope promised to decay
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| Glorification of weakness through the years
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| Made me taste the absence of the one
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| I invite darkness inside
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| Rise, pathetic prison of flesh
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| Watch me becoming a martyr
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| Rise, poetical smell of death
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| Drowning into the banality of evil
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| Martyr, martyr
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| Let the needles pierce and violate my arms
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| I am no longer here and still they stare at me I feel alone and I want them to
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| leave
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| Contaminating the cells, slowing down my thoughts
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| Disincarnated, floating above my cadaverous condition
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| Their poison is sweet and insidious, delicious…
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| Locked up outside
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| The stench invading the room
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| It was just the eyes of the serpent, shining again in the dark…
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| It was just another perfect day…
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| It was just my time to… |