| This is the closing line for you my friend
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| Day after day degenerated by the will of my hand
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| Havoc surrounds my path
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| It forms the shape for you to follow
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| No what’s left in you is fear
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| Feel the slow collapse breaking out inside
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| The cold comes creeping upon you my dear
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| I make you obsolete, soon gone, there is no turning back
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| I’m possessed by the search, in purity I will wander
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| Driven by the urge, leave my head let me reap once more again
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| Oh, number forty seven
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| There is no heaven, but I bring you serenity
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| Now, countless days you’ve tried
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| There is no meaning, I bring you home to the gods terminal
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| I’m not alone, I’m not myself
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| I feel the dark reign, I see the lights go out
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| I’m not alone, I’m not myself
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| I don’t need need to know why, I just need it, to stop
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| I’m possessed by the search, in purity I will wander
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| Driven by the urge, leave my head let me reap once more again
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| Oh, number forty seven
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| There is no heaven, but I bring you serenity
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| Now, countless days you’ve tried
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| There is no meaning, so don’t breath, I bring you peace, I bring you home to
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| the gods terminal |