[Music: Sundin, Johansson]
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[Words: Sundin, Stanne]
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No-one survives such an attack
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and we all stood like monuments
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baring the nails in her back
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Still moving sinews
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in a graceful impression of life
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shyly the arms, shyly the breasts
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fold fear die
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Ten fingers driven
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through the heart, through the core
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as I stare into those strange, magnetic eyes
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and wonder: (for you / me)
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are there demons there?
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I knew it all the time. The misanthropes
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were right to crucify themselves in the
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need of a saviour. Still moving sinews
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struggle fearsome with a lifeline forlorn,
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caught in the nest of the impending dark fate.
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Semi-worlds, lifetight lodges
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where faces stiffen,
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plagued with the frost of disease
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Our capsules barely meet
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The worms of disorder
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like living black numbers
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that drip from her pergament skin
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Joined in sweet fury
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to anoint the decay
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fragile and reddened in lifelost array
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Still Moving Sinews
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| Dark Tranquillity |
