Why now am I smitten?
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My wings melted off by the sun
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Amidst a retina divided to fractions
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All fragments victims of apprehension
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Benighted by infinite failures
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Since I've been stained by this rapture
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I spit at the sun and the moon
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Now I take my pain and walk the path
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Drenched with the blood of the angels
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What will become of me?
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As I paint my walls with suggestion
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No multiple colos, all shades of black
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I take my place among the ruins of our lost generation
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All systems screaming, all but one
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Now I keep this pain, a token of hate
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Will eat my scars and throw them up again
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Become my sin, become my scythe, pierce my skin
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Turn my cards face down
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Now as I look to the sky,
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Lost, it has my admiration
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Free from the damned, that pulls the world down
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Now I take my pain and walk the path
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Drenched with the blood of the angels
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What will become of me?
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Benighted by infinite failures
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Since I've been stained by this rapture
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I spit at the sun and the moon
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Now I take my pain and walk the path
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Drenched with the blood of the angels
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What will become of me?
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Rapture
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| Beyond The Embrace |
