dark clouds line the sky and descend
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to the shallow heart of the man
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enraptured by the burning flames of animosity
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the hammer falls and penetrates
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and preys on my demons darkest desires
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my soul is now a womb
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you are flesh of my flesh
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forever we embrace
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I see my reflection on the bloodstained floor
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a clenched fist that holds no compassion
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tranquility an escape
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I will never know
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conception - the breeding
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labor - the pain I bear
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birth - of scorn reproduction
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Metamorph
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| Blood Has Been Shed |
