| Scars upon your face will tell the tale
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| To whoever finds you cold and pale
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| Wretched life into wretched death
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| A convergence of all you’ve failed
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| See nor hear, the line you’ve crossed
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| Sense nor feel what awaits here
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| Roadmap to fate
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| Of glory and rape
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| As in life, as in death
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| Your insignificant tale
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| No eulogy
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| An effigy
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| All you’ll see is a line of dissent
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| A corpse, sunken eyes
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| Deceased before your time
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| Torture crypt
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| The key you keep
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| So deep inside
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| No eulogy
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| In effigy
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| All you’ll see is a line of dissent
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| Only hell, there is no heaven
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| I’ll bring you as close as I can, then back again
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| Torturous ways
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| We live with conviction
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| Torturous ways
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| Without attrition
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| A corpse, sunken eyes
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| Deceased before your time
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| The key you keep
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| So deep inside
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| See nor hear, the line you’ve crossed
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| Sense nor feel what awaits here
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| Roadmap to fate
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| Of glory and rape
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| As in life, as in death
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| Line of dissent |