| I am the author, dream up your pain
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| Drink as did Bacchus, rebel just like Cain
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| Lord of the city I shall remain
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| All pandemonium, I shall reign
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| Sit in my fortress up on my hill
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| Drinking the wine until I’ve had my fill
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| Building up high, my castle walls
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| Oh, to veil my splendid fall
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| I present you, I present to you
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| I present you this crown of worms
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| I present you, I present to you
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| I present you this crown of worms
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| Surrounding myself with misery
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| Drawn curtains heavy of my history
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| Exquisite I am, perfect unity
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| On my left hand is false majesty
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| I feign affection, refute the true story
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| Dispute with creation, the lie is my glory
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| I care for no one, my gospel is death
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| For me the light’s gone, only darkness is left
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| I present you, I present to you
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| I present you this crown of worms
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| I present you, I present to you
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| I present you this crown of worms, oh-oh-oh-oh!
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| As black in deed, as cold as stone
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| A commandment of one as proud as gold
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| As neglected in spirit, as time is old
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| As legion is numbers, as legend is told
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| I am alone with the agony of truth
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| My power of will, my judgement and chain
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| My end is knowledge and conscience of guilt
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| My final confusion hidden from me 'til I’m done |