| A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become
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| Woven into dust, they’re watching me
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| Now I need the pain, to return, to transcend and to believe
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| I need the pain
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| It’s all I am
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| A lesson to be learned
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| And be forgotten
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| A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become
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| Woven into dust, they’re watching me
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| To pretend to be detached from the fabric of constant change
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| To deny a connection to the threads that make you whole (x2)
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| But hell is what you need
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| To achieve
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| And maintain peace
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| It’s what you need
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| I need the pain
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| To feel alive
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| A lesson to be learned
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| When I shed my skin
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| To cherish tradition
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| I will claw beneath the folds
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| And find ash where the eyes should be
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| They’re collecting what’s left of my bones
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| And putting them in little jars
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| Adorning them with diamonds
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| And resting me below the sun
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| Ancestral I become
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| And woven into the dust, into the dust
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| A mask burnt into my skin, ancestral I become
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| Woven into dust, they’re watching me
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| Now I need the pain, to return, to transcend and to be free |