| Torn into isolation
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| Sorrow carves its art
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| Deep… deep into my flesh
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| Never healing scars
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| Solitude arises
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| Casts a wicked grin
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| Like a serpent it coils
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| It coils me from within
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| Stare into nothingness
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| My soul come undone
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| … The art of sadness…
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| Stare into the eyes of sadness
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| A thousand dying suns
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| By a sculture of demise
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| Envisionned in sorrow’s dreams
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| By a sculture of demise
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| Envisionned in sorrow’s dreams
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| Re-shaped again through his eyes
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| Re-shaped again through his eyes
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| The art of sadness, etched into my soul
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| The art of sadness, etched into my soul
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| The art of sadness, etched into my soul |