| I’ve been to this place before
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| I’m fighting a silent war with you
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| I’ve carried this cross for too long
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| Nailed to my body bleeding
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| And off of my blood you’re feeding
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| You buried your thorns around my bed
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| Memories of caterwaul
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| Resound against the hand of violence
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| Randomly decides the fate of man
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| While inside your callous dreams I’m banging
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| On the gates of sorrow
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| Trying to find a way to understand
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| You think the truth will set you free
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| While you’re still rotting here with me
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| Your subtle adaptation
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| Was my extermination
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| And now your lies have conquered me
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| You think the past will come alive
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| And with that hopeless faith you strive
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| My fate’s beyond selection
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| Your flaws beyond correction
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| Only the weakest will survive
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| You think the truth will set you free
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| I’ll test your idle prophecy
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| Your lies are all recessive
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| My truth is retrogressive
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| More than you’re likely to forsee |