| The fears of my past are more than real
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| No script will offer comfort
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| All I have is the eyes of my nightmares
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| The beginning of the end is upon me
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| This is the nature of depravity
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| Only faceless figures await me
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| The eyes of a failed sinner, a body where the dead lay
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| This is the heart of the sick
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| The nature of depravity
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| The fears of my past are more than real
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| Its only lust and obsession
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| All emotion lies in decay
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| I welcomed the darkness, I let it in
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| This is the heard of the sick
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| The fears of my past are more than real
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| No script will offer comfort
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| I welcomed the darkness, I let it in |