| A sickening display, a scar for every line
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| The beauty and the pain of total agony
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| These lacerations, the stench of slow decay
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| It desecrates, making beautiful profane
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| A tragedy the suffering of loss that separates
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| A fragile soul from it’s remains
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| Lay down and you’ll suffer
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| Would your die for your affliction?
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| Held down, now you’ll suffer
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| Would you kill for what destroys you?
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| They pick at the remains
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| The dead in perfect lines
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| The beauty and the pain of total agony
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| These lacerations, the stench of slow decay
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| It desecrates, making beautiful profane
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| A tragedy the suffering of loss that separates
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| A fragile soul from it’s remains
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| Lay down and you’ll suffer
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| Would your die for your affliction?
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| Held down, now you’ll suffer
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| Would you kill for what destroys you?
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| In darkness I close my eyes
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| A prayer to ease the pain
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| In silence I realize
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| The darkness will always
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| Lay down and you’ll suffer
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| Would you die for your affliction?
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| Held down, now you’ll suffer
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| Would you kill for what destroys you? |