| Chains forged and worn like a willful captive
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| Link by link as all life is passing
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| Self-imposed rusted iron dread
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| No consolation overhead
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| Sharpened steel gleams - choice is made
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| The edge cuts clean - drop the blade
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| The sand is down to its final grain
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| With every crown comes the guillotine
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| This one sin you can't undo
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| When the blade drops your world is split in two
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| Hearts get flatlined when the grip is released
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| Beneath the harshest light where all is seen
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| Dishonor, disgrace and I'll tell you what else
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| The blade will drop no matter how much you beg for help
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| Sharpened steel gleams - choice is made
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| The edge cuts clean - drop the blade
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| The sand is down to its final grain
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| With every crown comes the guillotine
|
| This one sin you can't undo
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| When the blade drops your world is split in two
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| The sand is down to its final grain
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| With every crown comes the guillotine
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| There's nothing you can do to stop it
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| Drop the blade
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| There's nothing you can do to stop it
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| Drop the blade
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| There's nothing you can do to stop it
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| Drop it |