| Why now am I smitten?
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| My wings melted off by the sun
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| Amidst a retina divided to fractions
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| All fragments victims of apprehension
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| Benighted by infinite failures
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| Since I’ve been stained by this rapture
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| I spit at the sun and the moon
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| Now I take my pain and walk the path
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| Drenched with the blood of the angels
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| What will become of me?
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| As I paint my walls with suggestion
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| No multiple colos, all shades of black
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| I take my place among the ruins of our lost generation
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| All systems screaming, all but one
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| Now I keep this pain, a token of hate
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| Will eat my scars and throw them up again
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| Become my sin, become my scythe, pierce my skin
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| Turn my cards face down
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| Now as I look to the sky
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| Lost, it has my admiration
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| Free from the damned, that pulls the world down
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| Now I take my pain and walk the path
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| Drenched with the blood of the angels
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| What will become of me?
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| Benighted by infinite failures
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| Since I’ve been stained by this rapture
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| I spit at the sun and the moon
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| Now I take my pain and walk the path
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| Drenched with the blood of the angels
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| What will become of me? |