| Covet which cannot grow
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| Must fill what’s empty
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| Declare your purest self missing
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| Behold your doppelganger’s voracious appetite and wayward counsel
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| I owe on an open debt, mortgaging my content in numbing doses
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| Decay will take its place, embedding itself in the cracks of me
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| Alter my pain to taste, convincing, excess becomes God you see
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| When there’s nothing left to barter with
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| What will you take from me?
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| Cursed character shrouded by this disguise
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| Draind of all verve, a soul denid
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| This hunt for the dimming glow
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| Transforming this life I knew into bedlam
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| Disease of a sickened soul, beginning with a vow to forsake myself
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| Decay will take its place, embedding itself in the cracks of me
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| Alter my pain to taste, convincing, excess becomes God you see
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| When there’s nothing left to barter with
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| What will you take from me?
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| Cursed character shrouded by this disguise
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| Drained of all verve, a soul denied
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| A sickened soul denied
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| Left to a dimming glow
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| Purged and calcified
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| Purged and calcified
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| I have little to trade
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| Some crooked bones and the relics of no use to me
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| Now what is left to cheat?
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| Those swindled loves, and their haunting of my masquerade |