| Sleep takes its hold with a sinking pull.
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| And now that I’m alone, this burst of light
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| fills my lids and I’m awake to the songs of horror.
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| Your ill-bought greatness, he’s seen it all from the frame.
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| One day you’ll reap the seeds of a shadowed past,
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| and I can only hope I’m there.
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| You tried to satisfy the thirst of a thousand ages,
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| But built a stack of bones as your monument to dead vanity.
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| It’s just a shrine to the words you use to wreck.
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| Tell me, How can you sleep?
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| How can you just welcome the wine and throw out your nets?
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| You throw out your nets and set fame to bait the noose.
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| Set fame to derail whats innocent.
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| Why spare the life of inglorious waste? |
| Why let him live?
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| He’s just hunting your own! |
| How can you just sit there and watch?
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| «Because i love you more than you know.
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| Look again and tell me what you see!»
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| In the window was me. |
| The massacres were all me!
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| Oh God, please! |
| Please! |
| deliver the penalties for all of this from me.
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| I’m not finding justice, no warrant for mercy…
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| don’t give up on me. |
| Don’t give up on me!
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| What happens when I turn and run again? |
| And again, and again?
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| «I will forgive you.»
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| And what happens when I lie to your face?
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| «I will forgive you.»
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| Oh my God, I can be so defiant to some one who’s arms stretch to me.
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| «I will forgive.»
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| Don’t give up on me! |
| Don’t give up on me!
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| «I have forgiven you!»
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| I’ll awake to new purpose to fight this body.
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| No longer will I play the dark shepherd.
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| Let not my words be ripped from the throat of a horror.
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| Oh, forgiver! |
| Where is justice in letting me live? |