| Born of a drone
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| Of a million scattered ashes
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| A trembling hand, a veil of flesh
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| I can’t help to feel relief
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| While I’m embracing you
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| Quietly wrapped in peacefulness
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| I move backwards with the tide
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| Pleasure in obscene conforming
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| Obscene, key word
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| Immolated
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| Decline the fault
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| Torch the conscience of the
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| God resembling — I
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| Spiritual womb — I
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| Away from guilt — I’m
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| Unveiled fever
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| Spirituality, liquid perfection
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| I’m now praying for advice
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| The voice now whispers in the niche
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| Hateful world of flesh is only a
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| Distant dream reloaded by
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| Receptors of sublime decomposition
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| Far from the sun
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| I question light and life
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| Crave for future
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| Accepting my warm burial ground
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| Confident in free will
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| Restoring what’s not real
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| Organic slave
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| The most unclean, renamed
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| I will subscribe to the absence of belief
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| Drawing life from life
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| The choice made in front of my eyes
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| Obscene, key word
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| Lying, faded
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| Decline the fault
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| Torch the conscience, I’m the
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| Stillborn partner — I’m
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| Reigning chaos — Servant
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| Far beyond guilt — I’m
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| The new servant |