| I rose in purest winter
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| The ripped canvas of the dark sky
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| Fierce I go into the night
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| As rain runs upon me
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| My poisoned shell becomes alight
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| Wickedness with beauty
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| Is the Devil’s hook baited
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| Darkness is loneliness
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| With shadows tall and grim
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| And histories inked in sin
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| I have eaten you
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| My guilt is dust
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| St. Petersburg revealed to me
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| It’s Winter Palace by the sea
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| Saw my crippled birth
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| The seduction of Plato offers up one more clue
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| Watching proud with a smile on my face
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| Your holy shiver and fall from grace
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| All you offer is an empty faith
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| Looking around me, that won’t keep you safe
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| And I am always at your side
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| Crawling black and silent
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| You do not even truly believe
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| Which makes me proud of what I’ve achieved
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| The fortress of humanity
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| Broken now, falls into the sea
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| Now my sins are washed away
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| For those of you, who exist
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| I lay for you, three numbers six
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| Over the hill and under the ground
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| Sing as you like, there is no sound
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| For those of you, who exist
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| I lay for you, three numbers six
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| Over the hill and under the ground
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| Sing as you like, there is no sound
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| For those of you, who exist
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| I lay for you, three numbers six
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| Over the hill and under the ground
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| Sing as you like, there is no sound |