| She reads to me by the
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| Soft glow of candlelight
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| Speaking of angels and demons
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| Instilled at such an early age
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| With such fright, were these divine gifts of reason
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| I lie awake as her ghost
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| It still walks through the halls
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| And moves all around me
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| Echoing warnings
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| Burned into me as a child
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| That the sinner will pay with his life…
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| Sheltered in filth
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| The windows they all bleed black
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| To hide such dementia
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| Inside of my mind
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| Or the mind that I seem to lack
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| No one pays close attention
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| I lie awake and I think of the simpler times
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| Before insanity found me
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| With a desire to unearth the dead in the night
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| Making me feel so alive
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| And now a part of me feels complete
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| When I butcher these bodies
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| Trophies of skin they fall at my feet
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| All decaying and rotting
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| Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time
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| I bring home a new slave
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| Mother said lost souls should all be saved
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| 'cept from a madman and his empty graves…
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| Screams to me by the top of her lungs in my dreams
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| Like I’m no more than a devil
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| As this hatred grows, I sorely feel a need
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| That starts here with my shovel
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| Prying open the lid I can still see her face
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| Etched in my eyes here forever
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| I’ll take you to my depths, and there I will desecrate
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| It’s got to be now or be never
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| And now a part of me feels complete
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| When I butcher these bodies
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| Trophies of skin they fall at my feet
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| All decaying and rotting
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| Sick pleasures fulfilled to me every time
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| I bring home a new slave
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| Mother said lost souls should all be saved
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| 'cept from a madman and his empty graves…
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| It’s got to be now, now or never
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| It’s got to be now, now or never
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| It’s got to be now, now or never
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| It’s got to be now, now or never |