| There is a river in us all
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| It flows a crimson ruin through our veins
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| It is the life blood of suffering
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| Red magma on a slow course to oblivion
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| This river, it binds us
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| It flows through us, feeds us
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| It gives us health, it gives us life
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| … and drowns the rest of the world
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| Tie your hands and suffer
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| Then break them from the body
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| Drown your soul in the mire
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| Until there is nothing left of us here
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| An empty vessel floats away
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| Drown your soul in the water
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| Feel the black mire penetrate your being
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| Place your hands in the water
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| The mire of mankind flows on… and on…
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| … a river… |