| I almost never die
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| But when I do
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| Your earth will shake —
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| Your foundations falter
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| All breaks down —
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| To a cold and grey mess
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| No room for life —
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| No place for mirth
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| Dragged down in the quicksand
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| Of a stale shattered lie
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| Force fed by the bleakness
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| Of your presence
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| Why can’t you die — Instead of me?
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| I see no reason to leave you be
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| I’ll tear apart as you tore me
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| Join me in my asylum
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| Created only for you and for me
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| Join me in my asylum
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| Here sickest things come to be
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| Our affliction — your creation
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| The Asylum — Where madness reigns
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| Scorched by the touch of the flames
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| Scorned by the sound of your voice
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| It burns like the sun in my eyes
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| I hide in darkness until the moment comes
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| I will make sure — The time is right
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| To consecrate
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| You will be part — Of my new wing
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| Enclosed in concrete — You’ll be king
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| Tread the road to the asylum
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| Here death is all but a lie
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| Tread the road to the asylum
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| Which no one leaves alive
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| Join me in my asylum
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| Created only for you and for me
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| Join me in my asylum
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| Here sickest things come to be
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| Our affliction — your creation |