| A thousand voids lacerating
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| Ditches endlessly running on my skin
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| Memories deep engraved on me
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| Reminders of old wounds and sufferings
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| Emptiness has filled my mind
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| Silence was the only thing I could find
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| She nailed me down right on my cross
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| Her absence was the trigger of my loss
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| But the deepest mark was made by you
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| Wiping out all the ones from beneath
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| Soothing hold on a bruised soul
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| For you have scarred me to death
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| Something untouched, beauty unfolds
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| I have chased this moment since I am born
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| A sealing hand, my chains are sawn
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| From the ashes of my pain rised a new dawn
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| And the deepest mark was made by you
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| Wiping out all the ones from beneath
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| Soothing hold on a bruised soul
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| For you have scarred me to death |