| I will not bear the watch while the animated sadness releases
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| A cyanide touch for us
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| So utterly devastating its measure glides
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| The breath that is born of behemoth size
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| Unveiled exhumed when everything twists into form
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| For you to see all in a perilous mourn
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| With long relentless devotion
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| The grant of these open wounds and this heartless rip
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| The drains are waiting for the loss of your blood
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| Enter all simple solutions
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| The center of this wasteland
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| So barren and bleak, so feeble and weak
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| With a quick flash of ice in your chest
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| Like falling into a mine field, face first
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| Is this the snap of your filament or the grimmest devout
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| Is this the snap of your neck rung red hung in this rope
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| I will not let this subside
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| For the still beating heart that is buried inside
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| The depths of old to the births of war
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| The weak will beg, swaggering in decent
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| The weak will beg, of instant revelations
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| The weak will beg, in risk to repent
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| The weak will beg, for death again and again and again
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| The shattered screams of a people unfulfilled
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| With the sight and with the sound
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| The reign of steel, their blood unbound
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| Is this the snap of your filament or the grimmest devout
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| Is this the snap of your neck rung red hung in this rope
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| I will not let this subside
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| For the still beating heart that is buried inside
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| The depths of old to the births of war
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| The weak will beg, swaggering in decent
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| The weak will beg, of instant revelations
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| The weak will beg, in risk to repent
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| The weak will beg, for death again and again and again
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| The weak will beg, swaggering in decent
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| The weak will beg, of instant revelations
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| The weak will beg, in risk to repent
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| The weak will beg, for death again and again and again and again and again and
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| again |