| Now the time has come
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| Creep, bleed, pain, you die
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| Regret, confess, tears, you lie
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| Mourningstar, the coldest steel
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| From the beginning, ignorant, bare and cold
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| Learning slow, no real path to go
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| Struck by the stars, again and again
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| Growing in confidence, but still without balls
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| You are not welcome
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| Scraping on the door, but it’s sealed
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| The false agenda, biting its tail
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| The times of glory lies dead, crawling backwards
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| Remorse is just a distant treasure
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| All systems fail, organic doom
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| Fear planted, seeds of steel |