| Whence will I find the passion once lost?
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| May it rise with strength to burn
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| Away these synthetic sins of mine
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| Away those days by gone
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| For my demons never rest down here
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| Where morbid dreams form reality
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| I don’t know who you are nor where you come from
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| I only know of who I am and when my shape is shifting
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| For I have learned the dark
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| And its never-ending quest
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| Down here I never rest
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| Down here in my gloomy depths
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| Where morbid dreams form my reality
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| They would never let me slip away
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| Spirit keep what my flesh cannot
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| I still bleed red
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| No memories, no breath
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| Torn apart I will drift till death
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| Spirit keep what my flesh cannot
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| I still bleed red
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| No memories, no breath
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| Torn apart I will drift till death
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| All these faceless creations
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| They seem to grope along the way
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| Leper guides for us to lead astray
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| To be lost and how to find the way
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| Days of torture and redeeming pain
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| Lies ahead, will I stand or am I to fall?
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| Everything here forced to sustain
|
| For my demons never rest down here
|
| With nails I masturbate my deepest wounds
|
| And ages most profound came to me
|
| Whence will I find the passion once lost
|
| May it rise with strength to burn
|
| Away these synthetic sins of mine
|
| Away those days by gone
|
| For my demons never rest down here
|
| Where morbid dreams form reality
|
| I don’t know who you are nor where you come from
|
| I only know of who I am and when my shape is shifting
|
| For I have learned the dark
|
| And its never-ending quest
|
| Down here I never rest
|
| Down here in my gloomy depths
|
| Where morbid dreams form my reality
|
| They would never let me slip away
|
| Days of torture and redeeming pain
|
| Lies ahead, will I stand or am I to fall?
|
| Everything here forced to sustain
|
| For my demons never rest down here
|
| With nails I masturbate my deepest wounds
|
| And ages most profound came to me |