| Desolately awaiting nightfall
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| The cool dead feeling, to fall on my face
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| Patiently…
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| And I’ll forget this day
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| Did you forget me here in this corridor of Hell?
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| Where I lost my mind to desecration and fear?
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| Did you leave me behind thinking I would tell your secrets?
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| Did you leave me to die?
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| My shroud removed and my body uncovered
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| Left for the Vultures to tear at my skin
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| To relish from my skull, the contents within
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| Here I have lay with these dark demons of prey
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| Using grimy black talons they disfigured my face
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| Please God I pray, send your eagle this way
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| Did you forget me here in this corridor of Hell?
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| Where I lost my mind to desecration and fear?
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| Did you leave me behind thinking I would tell your secrets?
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| Did you leave me to die?
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| Entirely surpassing the point of apathetic submission I spilled all
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| Yet with every surrendering word I let slip
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| The more un-satiated the Vultures became…
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| I must set things right
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| I must set things right
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| Right, right
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| But sprawled upon this mires coagulated bed
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| I forget the plentiful pints I bled
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| And dwell on many more I let them shed
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| From my honest brother’s blameless head
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| His blameless head
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| His blameless head |