| I haven’t seen a form
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| None worthy of the gift, the gift of life
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| It won’t be too long, ‘til our true faces come to show
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| Gaze upon the wreckage you seek, fuck the meek
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| Who abide to ancient words
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| Let this fill you, praise thee
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| This wound for all prying eyes to see
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| What have they done to you
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| I left myself embedded in those
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| Who reflect my repugnant image
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| Is it so obscene to star
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| At the abyss of the forerunner
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| An untold time lapse
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| Of creation and failure
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| I am the rotting star you once gazed upon
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| After all I’ve done for you, you despise me
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| Wraith will reign down upon this planet
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| I haven’t seen a form
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| None worthy of the gift, the gift of life
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| It won’t be too long, ‘til our true faces come to show
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| Gaze upon the wreckage you seek, fuck the meek
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| Who abide to ancient words
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| Let this fill you, praise thee
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| This wound for all prying eyes to see
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| Genuflect to a god of obsidian
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| In the coming moments I feel the end
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| It beckons me forth into the light
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| The truth die within me
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| How could I abandon my children
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| How could they abandon me
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| Within this shell my failures are always with me
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| I can feel the entirety of my soul burning
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| I haven’t seen a form
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| None worthy of the gift, the gift of life
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| It won’t be too long, until our true faces come to show
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| Gaze upon the wreckage you seek, fuck the meek
|
| Who abide to ancient words
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| Let this fill you, praise thee
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| This wound for all prying eyes to see |