| Leeches behold you bleed our daylight faces
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| Bastard screams puncture my thundernight
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| A sickle smile crafting words with a firetongue
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| My sanity is cast to the worms
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| And it’s over before it’s under (The creation of nothingness)
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| They beckon you with a siren’s call
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| Hedon heralds of the downward spiral
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| Point me to the sky, let me know
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| Directions in which I should go
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| Now’s the time, read the signs, follow and prepare new adventures for the
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| Mind
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| Until the echoes of the stormbreed have gone
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| You know your time is wasted, be honest with me
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| I’ll take what’s mine, give it back to me
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| Piece of mind, tranquility
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| My ears don’t listen, they’re so full of soil
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| In this peaceful prison, what’s become of my life
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| (Point me to the sky,) let me know
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| Directions in which I should go
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| Now’s the time, read the signs, follow and prepare new adventures for the mind
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| Until the echoes of the stormbreed have gone |