| Faber est suae quisque fortunae
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| Faber est suae quisque fortunae
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| From depths of self-absorption
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| Damnation is my only option
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| My fear of death to hide
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| Or live with emptiness inside
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| Wounds turned to scars, words unspoken
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| Promises meant to be broken
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| With careless eyes comes failure
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| Staring at his grave he felt at peace
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| Curse be this twist of time
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| He cried
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| Faber est suae quisque fortunae
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| Faber est suae quisque fortunae
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| Through rising flames I crawl
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| Still passion drives me down to fall
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| My casket of angel white
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| Inhumed under a moonless night
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| Wounds turned to scars, words unspoken
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| Promises meant to be broken
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| With careless eyes comes failure
|
| Staring at his grave he felt at peace
|
| Curse be this twist of time
|
| He cried
|
| With careless eyes comes failure
|
| Staring at his grave he felt at peace
|
| Curse be this twist of time
|
| He cried
|
| With careless eyes comes failure
|
| Staring at his grave he felt at peace
|
| Curse be this twist of time
|
| He cried
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| Faber est suae quisque fortunae
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| Faber est suae quisque fortunae |