| Seething sounds seeping through
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| Breaking down the walls, suffocating your creation
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| The lacquer of the tongue paints the town red
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| Just like the spider weaves its own web
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| In shades that grow ever deeper and deeper
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| The strongest roots are of passion
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| Breaching the cages of your own mind
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| Baptizing yourself in the fervor of the light
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| Lost within the fen of shadows no longer
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| No longer seeing the demise
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| With scarlet intensity in the eyes
|
| Seething sounds seeping through
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| Breaking down the walls, suffocating your creation
|
| The lacquer of the tongue paints the town red
|
| Just like the spider weaves its own web
|
| In shades that grow ever deeper and deeper
|
| The strongest roots are of passion
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| Swarming inside the purest of hearts
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| Surrounded by these hallowed grounds
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| Lost within the fen of shadows no longer
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| No longer seeing the demise
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| With scarlet intensity in the eyes
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| Seething sounds seeping through
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| Breaking down the walls, suffocating your creation
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| See, Feel, Breathe
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| Become one
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| See, Feel, Breathe
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| Become one
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| See, Feel, Breathe
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| Become one |