| Time dissolves before my eyes
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| I know, the graves, they always try to hide
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| Then, what are graves to me?
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| Their sins are not infectious
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| I claim immunity to their disease
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| Oh, the serpent coils…
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| Again I will consume the fire
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| To purge the entrails of my soul
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| Now let go, disperse the fear
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| Loose the grip on what is out there
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| What I see is deep inside
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| Paranoid will be my guide
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| Hollow eyes will lead the way
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| A quest for peace will burn in the end
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| Inhale, exhale, reach far into the deep
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| Descend to where the devil’s crying, angels weep
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| Better forget what force wide open
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| Embrace the night where blood is
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| On the darkness, to return to black
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| Oh, I fall and know to bleed
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| The source from whence my demon sees
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| Time dissolves before my eyes
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| I know, the graves, they always try to hide
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| Breathe to bottom lakes
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| Breathe, reach far into the deep
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| On a quest for peace
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| On a quest for peace
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| In burning ruin |