| Grave insomnia has now obtained my strung out mind.
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| Robbed of the one place that gives me solitude from them.
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| I must now face the perfected madness that will eat me as I’m slowly turning
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| into what I dread.
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| Deprived of sight, my introverted eyes guides my awake steps into sinfulness.
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| Profane is the soul purpose here, I know it and still I let my inner steer me.
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| I am becoming the infestation, now it’s clear what I intend to do As I reach the house of god I’ll take and keep my price forever.
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| Render my prey as I descend, render my prey.
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| Web of cords stretched from heel to throat.
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| With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard.
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| The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust.
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| Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come.
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| Dragged out from his abode, a robe of the fallen now bestowed.
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| Useless struggling for it’s not my mind that drives my actions
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| It is clearly a non human authority.
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| Candles of a thousand not lit by hands of man.
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| In my blinded darkness, lights my depraved path.
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| Where’s my solace, this deed gave me no fractions of inner peace
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| Although I know I have him alive, a purpose I dear not quest for nor implement.
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| Through serpent eyes I watch my hands do carnal damage as they hung him up swinging from the ceiling upside down.
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| Render my prey as I descend, render my prey
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| Web of cords stretched from heel to throat.
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| With Iron ropes I strap him down and hard.
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| The blood in my plams shimmers with the rust.
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| Caught in a lonesome sermon he never saw me come |