| Face down in the garden, petals for your bed
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| But this isn’t a pallet made for rest
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| The world’s weight hang over you like a blade
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| Sweat beading, pooling, crimson red
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| You saw me in my slumber, in my deviant sleep
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| As I lay in my ruse, my immoral cocoon
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| Muttering your words in my dreams
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| «This is my body, take and eat»
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| Our mortal dissonance wove into a crown
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| Only a king could bear the weight of the world on his brow
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| The sins of humanity cascade from your skin
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| Generating fissures in the eternal coffin
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| With whips driven to th slaughter
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| A lamb laid upon the altar
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| As nails piercd through your hands
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| My nails pierced through my eyelids
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| A deceiver, a thief
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| Thirty in silver, the price of betrayal
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| The spilling of innocent blood
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| I am the one who deserves this death
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| Our mortal dissonance wove into a crown
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| Only a king could bear the weight of the world on his brow
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| The sins of humanity cascade from your skin
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| Generating fissures in the eternal coffin
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| The thorn that cut your head
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| Is now caught in hell’s side
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| The temple in ruin
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| Has ascended into paradise
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| You wore the curse on your back
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| To place the crown of life on our heads
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| Our heads |