| R. Williams
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| I have etched the scrolls into my skin
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| The hangman’s noose, 13 lies which cross the barrier/burial
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| There is a sin not yet commited
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| O, he of sleepless flight — be merciful
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| I have found myself lost amongst the shards
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| Of a world reduced to shadow
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| Sentenced to a lifetime in this prison
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| Well, I should have taken this omen and ran
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| Abandoned myself to secret corners
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| Instead I turned to face the day
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| Treading through the storm of the horror
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| And decay
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| How could I be so blinded
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| Cut down and so misguided?
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| Caught in deception, in deception
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| O, he of splintered sight — be merciful
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| For I know not what I do
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| I walk the road that leads to an early grave
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| As tears stream down my rigid face
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| Well, I should keep one eye turned towards heaven
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| As I drag my body through the flames
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| Instead I turned to face the day
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| Fighting with the demons I have made
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| Spilled all my hope along the way
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| It falls out, it falls dead
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| Shattered fragments, endless waves
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| O, he of sleepless nights — be merciful
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| I have found myself lost amongst the shards
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| If only I had severed ties
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| Ties that bind all my dreams to lies
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| I could have walked away from it all
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| I could have walked away from it all
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| And found that peace waits in absentia |