| Beyond the source of this wretched decay
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| Beyond the force of what pushes away, underneath and behind…
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| Everything that you see
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| Behind the walls so no one will see
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| Behind the lights of this false gallery, inside my skin I bathe in the blood of
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| innocence and self disgust… Guilty
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| I am Guilty
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| The blood is on my hands the darkest stains of my own reflection
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| I’m not strong enough to stand beneath the shame of betrayed redemption
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| Doing what I despise never questioning why and I’m left so nauseated
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| I looking with my own eyes and I don’t recognize the man I was has been degraded
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| Never questioning why…
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| And I’m nauseated, the spilling blood of the chosen one has bought my
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| reconciliation…
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| Reconciled
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| I am reconciled
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| And as I come into this place my guilt is washed away
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| And I’m purified anew… Purified |