A deep sore dragged through ages
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The sores are my own, I know
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Wounds collected through a lifetime
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And wisdom I pick up along the way
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I received the spit from a snake
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And the snare cut real deep
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I was caught in her womb
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Something spreading in my veins
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Those walls I faced alone.
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I crept on bounded knees
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The own will just vanished.
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I wept my compassion away,
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with tears that flooded your heart.
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No river leads back to mine.
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I bow down in soil and whisper
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I gather strength to spread the disease
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Receiver
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| Cult Of Luna |
