| I was born with a black heart and tongues of fire to burn you alive
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| Because the purest light could only be born in exquisite darkness
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| Of death, I’ve wished upon many
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| I’ve uttered the names
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| And only total annihilation could
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| Erase all the suffering of the world
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| Yet I feel nothing
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| Within haunted chambers
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| I lay dormant
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| With fingers, pale and cold
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| One breath closer to absolution
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| And death will bring her home
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| To disintegrate
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| And death will bring her home
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| Forever
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| The only closure, as lungs collapse
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| The closing walls of my rapture
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| This hell I call my home |