| I am the fire that is burning in your eyes
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| A memory that never dies
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| In your raped and strangled mind
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| I am the performance
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| That is played in front of your eyes
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| A final disentaglement of your mind
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| But you are blind
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| II
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| I am the enemy in the mirror that you can not reach
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| Without the possibility to see
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| That you are the shadow of my pain and existence
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| Dying without any sign of resistance
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| Depredated you seethe with hatred
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| And despise my being
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| But what is left of your life?
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| Only memories that are utterly repressed
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| Do you belong in this world?
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| When you are the one who bleeds
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| Eternally
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| Realize — you are the one who bleeds
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| I’m alive — causing the pain you need
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| Realize — you are the one who bleeds
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| Sacrifice — freedom to be redeemed
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| Flesh — tainted with blasphemies
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| Death — seeking tranquillity
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| Pain — losing the inner war
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| Sacrifice your freedom to be redeemed
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| Visions — clinging to your mind
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| Feeding you with lies
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| III
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| Hatred — burning in your eyes
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| Revealing the open wounds
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| That were caused by the shards
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| From the mirror that you destroyed
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| In home to smother the memories
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| An act of desperation
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| For you are doomed
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| IV
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| I am the shards —
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| Each one symbolising the pain and suffering
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| That you set in front of me
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| Pick up the broken mirror and see what you created
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| The face in the mirror does not belong to me anymore
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| What is left of your life?
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| Only memories that are utterly repressed
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| Do you belong in this world?
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| When you are the one who bleeds
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| Eternally |