| Tantalizing toxins fall upon me
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| Death’s my only option
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| A tantalizing toxin fall upon me
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| Death’s my only option
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| For the only matter of existence
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| Is mental confrontation
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| Battles lost from within
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| A beacon of madness
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| What was once my crutch, my fire
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| Now smoldered without desire
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| Sanity kept complete by family
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| O' mother, how I miss you dearly
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| I won’t be the one to face
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| The world in this broken state of terror
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| Blind avoidance emerges as a bleak psychosis
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| A martyr of these worlds, decimated
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| Forced to agonize, a testament of the
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| Truly greatest prize
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| Monuments of a battle lost within
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| Now arise and gibe right before their very eyes
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| A martyr of these worlds forced to agonize
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| Should I try to rebel or will death suffice?
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| A voice of nothingness
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| Now numbing my psyche
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| I won’t be prisoned in such disposition
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| This struggle is lost
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| Blind avoidance now emerges
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| As a bleak confined psychosis
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| A tantalizing toxin falls upon me
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| Death’s my only option
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| For the only matter of existence
|
| Is mental confrontation
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| A martyr of these worlds, decimated
|
| Forced to agonize, a testament of the
|
| Truly greatest prize
|
| Monuments of a battle lost within
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| Now arise and gibe right before my very eyes
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| Sick psychosis! |