the brightest full moon light entrances me
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it calls me forth
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yet i have not the strength to move
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in stasis, i rot away and dream
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dream of forgotten years
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dream of the touch of another's hand
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i am to be a meal of star-ved worms
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my nerves are twisting for the light of my salvation
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i rest beneath where i remain as cold as clay
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eternal pain is swelling in my joints
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somewhere within me a flame is slowly born
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inside this shell of bloated flesh grows life anew
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infernal, the moon distorts my mind
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my veins jolt back to life, pushing the fluids of the damned
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i seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray
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my body writhes without consent of conscience
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i lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue
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i shall walk the earth once more
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from beyond the strings are pulled
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i know not what has made me this way
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the animation of my rigid corpse
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i shall abandon my coffin of premature fate
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all the words of the preacher
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all the tears of my family in vain
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i shall again walk amongst them
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my penance with blood be repaid!
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repaid!
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[solo]
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dead hand grasps for the still night air
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i am now free to maim!
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there cannot be a god for he would not forgive this
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despicable inhuman monster; rotten, twisted and deformed
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i am now a tool of my unholy instinct
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entrails strewn at my bidding
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a mockery of all i was
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i seek to bathe my fetid flesh in crimson spray
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my body writhes without consent of conscience
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i lift the lid the pounds of dirt shall not subdue
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i shall walk the earth once more
|
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from beyond the strings are pulled
|
i know not what has made this way
|
the animation of my rigid corpse
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i shall abandon my coffin of premature fate
|
|
all the words of the preacher
|
all the tears of my family in vain
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i shall again walk amongst them
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my penance with blood be repaid!
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repaid!
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Funeral Thirst
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| The Black Dahlia Murder |
