| Speak to darkness in your lowest ebb;
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| Only silence
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| There’s no future, only past regrets
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| Meditate on them
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| Suspended in infinite blackness
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| So numb, agony is no distraction
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| Contempt for life replacing sadness
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| Is this clarity or madness?
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| Temporary energy and matter
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| The will to live is irrevocably damaged
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| A listless spirit wants to leave the world
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| Sweet oblivion
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| Vital essence grinding to a halt
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| We are all at fault
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| Falling from the creaking rafters
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| Pressure, so much worse than you imagined
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| Burning, death’s umbilica unravels
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| Drifting from his sweet embrace
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| Gasping for breath, staring in the grave
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| Only fear, as what little light left fades
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| And on the pedestal, these words appear
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| «Look on my works ye mighty, and despair!»
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| Negated by the unbearable truth
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| All-consuming psychotic fugue
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| Fall to a lightless self-destructive end
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| For there is a monster in the heart of all men
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| Hearken to nightmares of futility enshrined
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| In sleepless terrors born of the mind
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| And upon the horizon of the waking world
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| Time stands still
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| Damnation is our destiny
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| Existence is disease
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| Our screams are the music of reality
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| Relinquish all your earthly bonds
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| And bow before the god of madness
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| Let him untether you from pain
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| Step outside the circle and be saved
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| Crippled by the triviality, the insanity of existing
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| A mockery; |
| this master plan, crushed by the hand of fate
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| No solace in this hopeless cycle
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| At one with fear and the darkness
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| Attain mastery over shadow
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| Purge trepidation from your heart
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| Your adversary is within, these mental chains are your prison
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| Malignant love of your projected self; |
| a toxic delusion
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| Chaos, decay, withering away
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| The sense of self, starting to fade |