| Die
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| Cut my wrists with laughter and pleasure
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| Slit my flesh for my own wasted mind
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| To Satan I offer thee
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| For what once was, and what I could be
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| Bloodstained eyes
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| Written by my demons
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| Take no disguise
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| In my own blood I draw the symbols of memories
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| My own disease
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| Take forth the shell that once breed the parallels of infinity
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| My own divinity
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| My misanthropy
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| When — will my restless journey begin
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| Night — will conquer with the enslaved ghosts of
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| Times
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| Tragedies
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| In my own blood I draw the symbols of memories
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| My own disease
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| Take forth the shell that once breed the parallels of infinity
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| My own divinity
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| In the woods with silence and serenity
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| My hatred for humanity
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| Guide the blade, fuck you
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| I’ll Spill my blood just to despite you
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| My misanthropy |