| Fate sealed, he invites his cancer in
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| It bores a hole and he fills it up with sin
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| Eyes fixed on the breaking of his skin
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| End him, so that this can now begin
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| Born, and set loose with his lust and his violence
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| Aching to see where the misery ends
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| Finding his way through the drug and this silence
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| Chasing the rhyme of his mystery’s end
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| Born, and set loose with his lust and his violence
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| Aching to see where the misery ends
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| Finding his way through the drug and this silence
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| Chasing the rhyme of his mystery’s end
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| The brink of death and then run from it, coward
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| Onward to squander another year
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| Certain that nothing will come of it now
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| Forward, a fraud with a conscience so clear
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| Beg to see that face again
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| The lord of all that can’t begin
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| Take the hand of human sin
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| To kill a tyrant king again
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| Will he show his face again?
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| Guilt and time in pallid skin
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| Ashamed of all he won’t begin
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| Please kill this tyrant king again
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| God loathes himself
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| Man breaks himself
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| God loathes himself
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| Man breaks himself
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| The brink of death and then run from it, coward
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| Onward to squander another year
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| Certain that nothing will come of it now
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| Forward, a fraud with a conscience so clear
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| The brink of death and his bitterness flowers
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| No will to witness another year
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| For how could anything come of it now?
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| No one, an object without hope or fear
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| Beg to see that face again
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| The lord of all that can’t begin
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| Take the hand of human sin
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| To kill a tyrant king again
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| Will he show his face again?
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| Guilt and time in pallid skin
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| Ashamed of all he won’t begin
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| Please kill this tyrant king again
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| Kill this tyrant king again
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| Please kill this tyrant king again |