| Man without war, there’s no life in your breath
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| You say you are free, but your spirit is dead
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| Brother of fools, all your comrades are gone
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| Through the passing of life, you don’t need anyone
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| Imbecile sister, your judgment is dead
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| Your soul is escaping, through a hole in your head
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| Man with no soul, your substance is gone
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| You no longer search, and look for the sun
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| Love me, defeat me, and fear me
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| Lust me, abuse me and smear me
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| Choke me, provoke me and feed me
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| Kiss me, seduce me, abuse me and need me
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| Man without peace, we tried for so long
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| You said you could see, but your concepts are gone
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| Your skin made of marble, your hands made of ice
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| The hunger you quench, you pay with your life
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| Man without hope, a coin for your soul
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| The madness has come, and soon you’l implode
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| Imbecile sister, your soul was for sale
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| The honor you sheltered, now tasteless and frail |