| The marshland that is down and deep
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| Holds me tight it’s clutching me
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| Like black cold chains forever
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| Dragging me towards hell’s misery
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| The things that I’ve seen with Your eyes
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| The things that You choose not to see
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| Have scorched me like ten thousand burning years
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| In a purgatory
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| Is this Damnation?
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| Is it in my mind or is it something I don’t know
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| Something that I should control
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| I’ve got to find
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| Find the machine
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| That makes me want to be me
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| Cannot face another mirror
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| Cannot face another truth
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| I’ve got to find
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| Find some new eyes
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| I’ve got to find a substitute
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| My omnipresence this is me
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| My weapon against your dynasty
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| I have to stop existing mentally
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| In places that I do not want to be
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| I have to move away
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| From thoughts terrible and gray
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| It will not let me go
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| Is this Damnation?
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| My Omnipresence this is me
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| My friend, turns into an enemy
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| Must control, I must control the evil daemon
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| Antimental! |