| I am the dying apparition
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| End of your display, too late for regret
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| Final moments in slow motion
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| Your foolish choice, trying to amuse
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| Choking down, blood, air, and mucus
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| Feel the cost of miscalculation
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| Boasting and bragging, all but past
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| Enduring the price, curiosity’s last
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| Wanting to astonish so everyone can see
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| Attack unworthy foes, no not like me
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| Petrified pride, the sad fool’s terror
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| Blind-sided and broken, soak in the ignorant failure
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| Living to intimidate, tormenting the ones you can
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| Rolling the dice is your fate, unlucky or doomed or dumb
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| Never wanted to gamble, thought the strength was assured
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| Then there’s an immovable object, your power and unstoppable force
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| Bitten off more than you could chew
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| Trying to impress with your primacy
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| Can’t match a level that intense
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| Shocked to see the outcome unfold
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| Pushing forward with weakness
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| Compared to a hardened past a joke
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| Ran into this ruthless motherfucker
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| Last time being wronged
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| Stalking the weak, making the rules
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| You just realized, I’m the wrong one to fuck with
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| Pushing my buttons, daring a response
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| Clear regret, the wrong one to fuck with
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| Pain creeping in, blurred mortal wound
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| Grasp of horror, the wrong one to fuck with
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| Can’t change your mind, too late this time
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| Your life is spent, I was the wrong one to fuck with
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| Thinking the outcome can be in doubt
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| First and last mistake, beat the arrogance out of him
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| Don’t fear the pain inflicted, warming up idle hands
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| Knowing the worst is later, solace for the moment
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| Wrapped in the shame of cowardice, no end is undeserved
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| Time for atonement’s past, exposed, frail fool, that’s you
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| Thinking the outcome can be in doubt
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| First and last mistake, beat the arrogance out of him
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| No coins for Charon, unable to cross over worlds
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| Dumped out in the river, found unworthy to pass now
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| Cannot hide from past shame, experience what you have earned
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| Take pride in suffering, paying homage to the dead
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| No ego present, instead accepting to believe
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| Fate of the damned, no doubt is your destiny |