| Open up the door to our room
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| Lined with darkness
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| A broken man sits and waits
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| As the razor separates the skin
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| He bleeds out the sin, but the wounds heal
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| What was drained out, grows back again
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| Skin so white
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| Pull back the porcelain to reveal the flesh
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| Forever, darkness
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| You will not make it through this night again
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| Stains on his hands
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| Left from all the poison bled within
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| Collecting at his feet
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| Drowning so far in all the regret of what was done
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| So lost in this
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| The soul is gone, the sacrifice
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| Skin so white
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| Pull back the porcelain to reveal the flesh
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| Forever, darkness
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| You will not make it through this night again
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| Rise up from the blood that spilled
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| For memories of all you’ve lost here (the life you gave)
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| Rise up from the blood that spilled
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| For memories of a life you’ve left behind (the sacrifice)
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| Skin so white
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| Pull back the porcelain to reveal the flesh
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| Forever, darkness
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| You will not make it through this night again
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| So rise up from the blood that has spilled
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| For memories of the life you left behind
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| So rise up from the blood that has spilled
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| For resurrection, the one you sacrificed |