In urge to become something
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(believed to be) more infact
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I pursue the whole
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Of human Dementia
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You know when your catastrophy
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Is utterly complete
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Only when you shut your eyes
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For the truth
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And for the worse
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There's no place within your mind
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When all faces are set on fire
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To burn for the honour
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Of the pain in your heart
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And fade in the focus
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Of your cursed lust
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Ghostforce climax
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Soul Constrictor
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A fountainhead of disorder
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A splinted human codex
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Ghostforce
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Soul constrictor
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I cry out
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For the death of my guardian angels
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No more navigating
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The labyrinth of self-deceit
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The one we share with a psyche
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(Almost) Obsolete
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Without a ground to stand on
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Down the ladder
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Where we all break down
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The soul murder armory is ready to go
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So I blow up my sense of logic
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Deluded in default
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To separate the alternative
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Stifled by the conscious mind
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Hell made real by the terror of strife
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And right from the core of hysteria
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Where suffering seems to grant
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No end
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In the absence of free flow
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A trance of flames
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With no exit
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Ghostforce Soul Constrictor
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| Dodheimsgard |
