| Abhorrence
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| Never meant to be in
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| Conformance
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| Sustaining discord through hateful
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| Resistance
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| Mark my fierce and ceaseless
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| Insistence
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| For I refuse to incorporate!
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| These somber spirits
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| Carrying me away
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| I’m bound to be the other
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| In sickening dismay
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| My remoteness and empty existence
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| To linger in the shadows of mankind
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| Watching your ignorant faces
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| So oblivious of my tortured mind
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| My tortured mind
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| This cold interior horror I must cultivate
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| It’s the only way that I will persevere
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| Endure the pain before I self-annihilate
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| As the love I scorn, slowly disappear
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| My remoteness and empty existence
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| To linger in the shadows of mankind
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| Watching your ignorant faces
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| So oblivious of my tortured mind
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| My tortured mind
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| (So) I choose to turn away from human union
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| For those slaves of grace disgust me with their ways
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| Spitefully embracing cold seclusion
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| But never to elude this great malaise
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| These somber spirits
|
| Carrying me away
|
| I’m bound to be the other
|
| In sickening dismay
|
| This cold interior horror I must cultivate
|
| It’s the only way that I will persevere
|
| Endure the pain before I self-annihilate
|
| As the love I scorn, slowly disappear
|
| (So) I choose to turn away from human union
|
| For those slaves of grace disgust me with their ways
|
| Spitefully embracing cold seclusion
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| But never to elude this great malaise |