| I despise the reflection of my shadow
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| Deny the mirror that lies
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| My eyes have chosen to see not the arrow
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| That’s aimed at the heart until it has died
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| Time after time, they deceive and betray
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| Time after time, they deceive and betray
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| I believe in the beauty of destruction
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| The pure art to enjoy slow decay
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| My ears have chosen not to hear the storm
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| Raging among echoing songs
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| Time after time, they deceive and betray
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| Time after time, they deceive and betray
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| Self inflicted, common sight
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| All the meaning, burned down
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| To face the addicted son
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| Experience, orange moon
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| Glance pure, in my mind
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| To face the addicted son
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| Daylight, so intense
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| Forced on a grey bonded human hand
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| I believe in the beauty of destruction
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| The pure art to enjoy slow decay
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| My ears have chosen not to hear the storm
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| Raging among echoing songs
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| I believe in the power of perfection
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| The science that’s only doomed to behold
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| My senses forbidden, my conscience well hidden
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| The demon’s been chased to physical waste
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| Time after time, they deceive and betray
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| Time after time, they deceive and betray |