| It gets alive, there where all betrayal begins
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| In the darkened, narrow streets of rape
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| And with an empty smile of our random world
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| Melting faces fading in vortexes from beyond
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| «Good» lost all virginity murdered
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| More than a thousand times
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| Stabbed again, again and again
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| With the knife of deceit
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| And the flames it wields so high
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| They are of hatred and disgust
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| And no one will ever feel them
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| We’re already, already burned
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| I am the flame I yield so high
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| I am a god of hatred and disgust
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| And no one will ever feel me
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| I am just burned by now
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| And in its grace there is no beauty but cruelty
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| It weaves its soothing arms around my mind
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| And tears me apart so now I can see
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| A dreadful, slowly distortion of things I loved before
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| There is a seed growing, slowly growing
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| Inside the heart of fucking emptiness
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| Waiting and dwelling reside within
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| The fire-lit shadow, the shadow I am
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| Now the time has come, my religious son
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| To face everything, that in live we have done
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| I stand in this shade, fire-lit my blade
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| What I feel now is full of ignited hate |