| I believe
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| Not in your world of warmth in your souls, and dreams of castles built upon sand
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| I choose to wrest my reign in the realm of panic and the pleading of the damned
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| I care not to know your dejected life or the worthless sum of its parts
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| I am untethered, and I am all — I am one with the abyss, the «is-not», the dark,
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| and the fall
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| God won’t let me die, no matter how hard I fucking try, so a ghost came to me
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| in the middle of the night and asked me to relay…
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| «Enter th crowned
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| Lord of hate, I have arrivd to reveal my face
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| So you will either bow, or I will lay fucking waste
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| I have come to share with you the secrets from beyond, so you ask,
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| ‘who or what are you?'»
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| I-am-the
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| King of black widows, and
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| I speak the language of ghosts
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| I lost the need, to need, long ago
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| A stomach full of hornets, a deity depraved
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| A million words at my disposal, and this is what I’ve chosen to say
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| Stripped naked and face down to take the long nap
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| From which there is no coming back
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| Unworthy of a burial and even less a tomb, so put that unmarked shallow grave
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| to use and make chrysanthemum bloom
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| «They neglect to heed your warnings yet, so maybe they’ll listen to me
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| I am beyond, the brink and the spark
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| (I am your ghost)
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| The lightning rods and the inviolable dark
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| You see my face in all that you hate
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| (your phantom, your ghost)
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| I am the end of all to be created
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| I await those who cannot discern
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| (Could we share this dance?)
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| Between a loss and a lesson to learn
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| I cannot die and I will not disappear
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| (Give the other side a chance)
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| And you will love me when the answer is clear»
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| Tell me, has the pain finally stopped? |