| Robbed of the soul
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| Live in hell
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| Rise above the charred believings' bowel
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| Rise above the soul’s chalky chains
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| Give the destiny what it’s named
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| The darkest white
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| Brought in death balloons soon to come
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| Rise above the dark demon’s tower
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| Body’s seized the charge
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| You’ve killed yourself
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| You’ve killed yourself
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| You’ve killed yourself
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| You’ve killed yourself
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| You’ve killed yourself
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| You’ve killed yourself
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| Killed. |
| Killed yourself
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| Rotting the soul to leave
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| Ranting, «She's one to give.»
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| Darkening your soul to waste
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| Ranting, «She's soon to gain.»
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| Rotting above the tide
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| Ranting, «She's holding time.»
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| Killing their souls in pain
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| Ranting, «she's one to gain.» |