| What night never abandoned
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| In shallow darkness dwell
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| The evidence in pools of black
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| Light cannot penetrate, light cannot penetrate
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| Have you come for my forgiveness
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| There’s nothing left to give
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| No response to your repentance
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| This empty me
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| Lifted from the living days
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| To be bent right out of shape
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| Let blades and satisfiers
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| Cut and lick these wounds
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| In reversal of repentance
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| This bastard son of lies
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| To bring meaning to it all
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| Meaning to it all
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| Have you come for my forgiveness
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| There’s nothing left to give
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| No response to your repentance
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| This empty me
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| Take now from this body
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| A coward’s heart
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| And a soul beyond repair
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| Empty me
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| Between insecurity and reason
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| Self deprecation as a means to the end
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| Out of reach but never closer
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| A cure that searches for the cause of this
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| Cause for chaos
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| Have you come for my forgiveness
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| There’s nothing left to give
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| No response to your repentance
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| This empty me
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| Drawn from memories the fragments linger
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| On ages of thought and seconds of sleep
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| What is it here that tempts the night
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| To stab the day and kill the light |