| «First your eyes, then your skin
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| We will make you feel. |
| born again. |
| No More Me my friend»
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| A shiny scalpel is in the Master’s hand
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| His Wife has got the jars for Blood, she keeps one near
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| I fear for my life, No More Me I fear there will be No More Me at all
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| Is this goodbye sweet life…
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| Ahhhhh… Scalpel cuts, eyelids drop
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| Into a jar… I'm crying Blood
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| Fingers pull my eyeballs out…
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| Scissors snap… I bleed a lot
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| They set my eyes into this Puppet’s head
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| And still my eyes can see, I’m looking back. |
| at myself
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| And what I see is No More Me at all
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| I have no eyes
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| My veins… feel. |
| like worms
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| Drying in the sun… this takes too long
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| Stripping skin from all my bones
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| Pain too strong… my senses they go numb
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| All of my Blood is now in little jars
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| I should be dead by now, but I am still
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| I am still alive inside my eyes
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| And I see Emerencia throw my carcass in the trash |