| I am he who speaks to cowards
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| I whisper in their ears
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| Asking what it is they desire
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| And gifting only fear
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| Tablets know me, my words are etched
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| Unyielding and forever carved
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| Fathers hear me, their children fear me
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| I have painted their scars
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| Prostrate at this bank of tears
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| Quenching this thirst with everything you’ve feared
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| Ruby streams and rusted dreams
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| Are everything that came to me
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| A vision being of a world I’ll have you know
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| I am the floodgate, cast my mandate to
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| Deflagrate the thankless ingrates
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| Invite your rivers to flow
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| We are me, this is how you know me
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| My words pour from your face
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| A distant mind, a nearer echo
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| A spirit without a trace
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| This is mine; |
| a darker man
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| You are an ocean of ghosts
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| You are we, we guide your voice
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| A perfect and malleable host
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| Prostrate at this bank of tears
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| Quenching this thirst with everything you’ve feared
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| Ruby streams and rusted dreams
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| Are everything that came to me
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| A vision being of a world I’ll have you know
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| I am the floodgate, cast my mandate to
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| Deflagrate the thankless ingrates
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| Open your arms and invite the rivers to flow |