| Come and get the blooded flow
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| Glow in their eyes the sparks of the crime
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| Glooming of the night, the path to secrets
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| Glooming of a mind lost in the vortex of a wasted rotten world
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| I will feed off this
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| Eyes kept on the screen, mesmerized by the spring of the new word
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| The providence of the harvest to come
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| The beast, the beauty no longer unknown
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| Now I see it in my dreams
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| Woe is me! |
| In a world dressed in black
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| As flowers die, the thorn’s spilling my blood
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| Scream to me, so I won’t understand
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| My eyes die, on the way to the feast
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| A dreamy recollection now gone — I failed!
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| No boundary to carry me home — You betrayed!
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| The language of wolves still unknown
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| One by one, the dreams of the weakest made flesh
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| Burn your eyes on the flame of the truth
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| Lost, on the path you will find, as I’m feeding off the blind
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| God is born!
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| Refugee in the desecrated house
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| Drown in the dark, word of the One that chose to feed off the blind
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| Revealed to me, God is born!
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| Word has spawn from inner void
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| Vacuum will spawn new breed
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| As you open your eye to the light, you will feed of me
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| As your world dies I will feed off your blind eye! |