| Sardonically my visage is tragically revolting
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| They never see the man behind the jagged teeth
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| Set glaring
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| All my anger you will know
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| Ostracized so I will show
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| Just what a man with steady hands
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| And vengeful plans can do to you
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| My dear, lost guest I urge you
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| Scribe these words
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| Formerly I was a man who casually sought leisure
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| Suddenly mishap would mar the face you see
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| Man shunned me
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| Now this anger’s all I know
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| Ostracized and forced so low
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| By fellow man who’s helping hand
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| Was more a fist forcing me here
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| My dear lost guest I urge you
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| Scribe these words
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| Your warning
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| I’m giving
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| You’ll last the night
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| But first there’s something
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| You must take with you
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| Evidence of what you saw
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| A little smile for your call
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| Now let me see you struggle so futilely against it
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| The bladed sting is power to make them scream at you too
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| What is that you see before you?
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| The mirror sings your verdict
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| Now my anger is all you will know
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| Ostracized and you’ll be shown
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| Your fellow man, his helping hand
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| Will never land fistless on you
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| My dear lost guest you dared your luck this night
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| Sardonically…
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| Sardonically…
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| Sardonically… |