| My grave is empty now
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| Clawing at the lid, i’m free somehow
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| Resurrected; |
| coffin closed
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| Dead and lifeless; |
| decomposed
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| I am the one who will see, for i am the end
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| I am the one that is over and over again
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| Cutting, amputation, cast aside
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| Killing, mutilating, open wide
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| And i’m ready now
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| As we live somehow
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| Nothing less devout
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| Used up, spit out
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| God of the faded
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| I am just wasting away
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| I’m never running, i am the one who will stay endless repetition, only friend
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| Zero ammunition, bitter end
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| And i’m ready now
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| As we live somehow
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| Nothing less devout
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| Used up, spit out
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| Spit out (solo: sorg)
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| Outstretched hand; |
| reaching up
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| Touching nothing; |
| thoughts corrupt
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| Outstretched hand, reaching up
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| Touching nothing, thoughts corrupt
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| I am nowhere, writhe in doubt
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| Hell used me up and spit me out
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| Never wanted to be, i’m used up, i’m used up
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| I’m spit out
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| Never mattered to me, i’m used up, i’m used up
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| I’m spit out
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| What it’s like to be free, i’m used up, i’m used up
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| I’m spit out
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| Now it’s so plain to see, that i’m used up, i’m used up
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| I’m spit out |