| Strobbing stars light the way to you
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| Sparkling blades ripped your heart in two
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| Scattered all along your wound
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| Throbbing hums turning round and round
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| Motherchaos release me
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| Crippled angel, where have you been?
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| So much void, so much things
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| Is this life you gave me?
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| All those shapes I cannot see
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| I try to breathe, I have to learn
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| 'Cause I know, into you I won’t return
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| Smell the heady scent of rust
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| Frozen glare trapped inside
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| She was the night spitting dusk
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| Made of silk, made of dust
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| A million suns never set
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| These molecular threats
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| Pulsing fear, lurking eye
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| Motherchaos, one last time
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| Womb — is where all things must cease
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| Womb — peaceful home, never found
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| Womb — is where all things shall cease
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| Womb — is where all things have ceased |