| Beckoning me through aeons of time — captured by you
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| In dismay
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| I try to elude these prisons of flesh — but return to
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| Shattered domains
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| There’s no image in the mirror
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| Shattered glass impales my soul
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| She’s like thorns of sorrow — ripping through my head
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| She’s like thorns of sorrow — visions turning red
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| Enchanting me — defying my love — I’m hindered with
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| Penance and pain
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| False reflection of grandeur and light — leaves my heart
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| Bleeding and stained
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| There’s no image in the mirror
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| Shattered glass impales my soul
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| She’s like thorns of sorrow — ripping through my head
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| She’s like thorns of sorrow — visions turning red
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| She’s like thorns of sorrow — ripping through my head
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| She’s like thorns of sorrow — visions turning red
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| She’s like thorns of sorrow — ripping through my head
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| She’s like thorns of sorrow — visions turning red |