| Nothing that breathes is above betrayal
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| Nothing that breathes is divine
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| Out from the shadows well wisher
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| The gleam of your blade gives you away
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| Drawn from me
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| My smiling assassin
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| Meet the blood that moved you
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| The blood of encouragement
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| Spilling as common water
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| They will serve you
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| Long live the king
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| Soak up to your arms in his blood
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| Long live the king
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| They will serve you well
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| And you loyal friend
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| Leave an ice pick in my neck as it were mine to keep
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| How terribly cold
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| I breathe and count my shallow breaths
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| Add another edge
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| Be sure to twist the blade
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| I come one
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| Come all to this
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| A celebration of treachery and twisted flesh
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| Fall in
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| Stain your steel in festive red
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| Here were the sheep are butchers
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| A fresh patch of skin to pierce
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| One cannot resist
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| Unsteady steps
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| Each waning
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| Determined for purchase
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| I am He who falters
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| Stricken with one thousand blades
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| With unsteady steps I find my balance in deception
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| Step by burning step
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| Warm in the presence of malice
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| Barefoot among a skulk of men
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| Eyes ahead and taller still
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| I never look back
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| No
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| I knew not your names
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| I knew not your numbers
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| I knew you all too well
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| Two blades for every inc of flesh
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| Ensanguined
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| This is that which did not kill me
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| There’s always room for one more blade
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| Not such a sight for sore eyes
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| The harrowed form of living will
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| Bent and black
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| And so terribly cold
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| There’s always strength for one last breath |