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Look down at the body
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You may see no trace of wounds
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But in the eye
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The eye of the beholder
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One cannot assume
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Not a drop of blood is drawn
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But you know how it bleeds
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Beware of the sharp edged weapon
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Called human being
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It is a shield of passion
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And strong will
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From this I am the victor
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Instead of the kill
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I will not feed your hunger, instead
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I bite the pain
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Looking not back, but forward
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I bite down hard
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Try to cover up the trail of deceit
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And daggers spawned from your soul
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Acid, the tears of remorse
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Flow in vain, too late for regrets
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Save it
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For the next ill fated game
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BITE THE PAIN
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| Death |
