| Eternal damnation, I feel the worst is yet to come.
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| Breathe new life into this hollow cage.
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| A heart that’s left undone.
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| The grief of a fallen legion,
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| A winterscape painted red with blood.
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| Watch as it spills from my lips to this page.
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| The lines of truth blurred into shades of gray.
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| Her lips so soft, oh mistress of hell she comforts me.
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| You hear me scream these words but do you know what they really mean?
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| You see the pain inside me but do you know what I’ve really seen?
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| As slowly rot and my flesh becomes ashes,
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| like the flames from a burning body, or the waves of an endless sea.
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| I’m gasping for breath all i really want is death.
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| Turn your back on the world and say goodbye to all of this.
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| Turn your back on the world and no one will ever notice.
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| These are just scattered ashes, this is my name spoken in past tense.
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| Turn your back on the world and no one will ever notice.
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| I can hear twilight’s swan song play, I can feel sorrow’s arms holding me in my
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| grave.
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| I can hear twilight’s swan song play, I can feel sorrow’s arms holding me in my
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| grave.
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| These songs belongs to the hearts of the dead, her words left to rot inside my
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| head.
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| Here I stand at the edge of winter where frozen still life begins to thaw.
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| Death extols my emptiness behind my thoughts.
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| Buried alive for all too see.
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| A grave without a name is where you’ll find me.
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| My fall from heaven.
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| The scope of obsession. |