| [Pretext:
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| It feels like the air is getting thicker by the minute
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| This room suffocates me, abstruse and strange but nothing less then reality?
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| Recognition. |
| Another temple, another lie… another non-being
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| Once here, now gone. |
| You’re consumed, but you linger on. |
| The vision feels so
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| real
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| Engaged in thoughts of murder. |
| Stabbing you in the face
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| All the pain I took I saved. |
| It’s in retaliation that the visions lives, and so.
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| slowly it has begun
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| A serenade and bestowal, the act of the last remembrance.]
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| Let the bile sip out
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| Your mucus be gone
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| My mares be your mares
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| Ride your flesh forever on
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| All pain removed
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| Thrown back on you
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| All given is now taken
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| As I took is given back
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| Seven knots in all
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| It has been done
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| This rope around your neck
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| You’re dead, forgotten and hung
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| My mind extend
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| Animus expelled
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| My will, be your faith
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| You’re dead and forever gone
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| Mark sealed in blood
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| So here is my gift
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| Another emptiness…
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| Devour — consumed
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| Gutted and split wide open
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| Dissect your soul
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| Sterile flesh and a frigid future
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| As a last remembrance… I will transform
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| Descend into the house of him
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| Inside your flesh
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| Your soul to halt, mind in dim
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| I bestow you a fruitless womb
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| This soul expand — Animus sterilized
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| My will, be your faith
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| You’re dead, forgotten and hung
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| Everything abstract
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| Your frigid ways
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| Another emptiness
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| Depleting the non-fucking-being again!
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| And I will ride on your misery
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| Etch my will into your deity
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| Devoured — consumed
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| I’ll eat your heart and all your memories
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| Depart from all
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| Depleted debris — gone — You’ll be … gone!
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| My will, be your faith
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| You’re dead and forever gone
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| Mark sealed in blood
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| So here is my gift
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| Another emptiness
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| Devour — consumed
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| Gutted and split wide open
|
| Dissect your soul
|
| Sterile flesh and a frigid future
|
| As a last remembrance… I will transform
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| Descend into the house of him
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| Inside your flesh
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| Your soul to halt, mind in dim
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| I bestow you a fruitless womb
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| This soul expand
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| Animus sterilized
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| My will, be your faith
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| You’re dead, forgotten and hung
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| Everything abstract
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| Your frigid ways
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| Another emptiness
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| Depleting the non-fucking-being again!
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| And I will ride on your misery
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| Etch my will in to your deity
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| Devoured — Consumed
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| I’ll eat your heart and all your memories
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| Depart from all
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| Depleted debris… gone — You’ll be … gone! |