Why can't I feel the life that I breathe?
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Why am I so consumed?
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Despair the face of every strain my thoughts are weak and torn
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Reap what you have sewn
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The flame that burns my heart is blown
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I wear a face that hides my pain amidst my world of anger
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How much longer can I remain, behind this mask of the damned
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As I walk along this bacchanal of sin
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It allows the darkness of my soul to fester within
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Reap what you have sewn
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My faith in life is gone
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This world prepares a feverfeast that feeds the beast
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Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds
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My world prepares a feverveast that feeds the beast
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Spoken by the wayward souls, their forgotten words
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I bide my time awaiting one final chance to reflect on the past
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Of this disease I call my life
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As I walk along this bacchanal of sin
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It allows the darkness of my soul to fester within
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Reap what you have sewn, my faith in life is gone
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This world prepares a feverfeast that feeds the beast
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Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds
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My world prepares a feverveast that feeds the beast
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Spoken by the wayward souls, their forgotten words.
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...Of Every Strain
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| Beyond The Embrace |
