| Pictures of the holocaust, like blazing memory burns in my mind;*
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| Cannot control, cannot to avoid
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| Evil I made is a vivid presence
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| I don’t remorse, just feel some kind of guilt
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| Evil I made is a vivid presence
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| I don’t remorse, just feel some kind of guilt
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| Dismembered bodies with horrid grimace
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| Hang in the walls of my twisted mind
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| A monstrous gallery of pictures of the holocaust, pictures of my holocaust
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| Evil I made is a vivid presence
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| Evil I made is a tortuous presence…
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| Dismembered bodies with horrid grimace hang in the walls of my twisted mind
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| Morbid evocation of chaos
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| Dismembered bodies with horrid grimace hang in the walls of my twisted mind
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| Morbid evocation of chaos
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| Behind their mirror I can feel the cold darkness image of phantoms are
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| gathering around my coffin
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| (…I can’t wait to see the star! She shine into my eyes)
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| Time it’s no passing in the dimension of the death angels everything floating
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| in a deep gloom into my silence
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| (…I can’t wait to see the star! She shine into my eyes, my morning star)
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| Pictures of the holocaust, like blazing memory burns in my mind;
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| Cannot control, cannot to avoid |