| Now what have I become?
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| It’s more black in my heart.
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| Than the ice in your lungs.
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| Hail elegance as we revel in the lust of pure destruction.
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| «Miss Cadaverous», let me light the dark in your eyes.
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| I am yours.
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| Like the stillness of a corpse.
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| With a heart bound by ache
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| Though it doesn’t beat it breaks.
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| I am cursed
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| I sew my eyes shut just to sleep.
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| We’re caught in all the webs we weave
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| No sonnet for the recently deceased.
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| They lie awake just to hear you scream
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| Strip the world and paint it fucking black
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| Now what have you become?
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| You once felt like home
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| Now you’re just a ghost in the fog.
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| The funeral song of misery was played on keys of ivory
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| «Miss Cadaverous», show me who you really are
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| In my eyes I am yours
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| Such a paleness I adore
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| With a heart that’s bound by pain
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| Though it doesn’t beat it breaks
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| I am cursed
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| Oh what a mess I have made of my life
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| «His arms are around me,
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| His tongue in my eyes»
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| Hide my face from the light
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| «The Spider man is having me for dinner tonight»
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| Now go back to the start, I still hear her voice
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| But she’s lost in the fog
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| Your «love"is just a frail disguise
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| To hide the pain behind your eyes
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| In Lacerated lullabies
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| We all fall down
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| Your «love"is just an alibi
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| The antidote of your demise
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| In lacerated lullabies
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| We all fall down. |