Pretty poor
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the spiritual devices form
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Perform!
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another way of life beyond.
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Asking for!
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mechanical devices form
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to torture
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blind another human sight.
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Maybe it hurts
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my anger will turn into laugh
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getting strong
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every second that it lasts.
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That it seems
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my soul takes apart of me
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but I see
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another one of my partners here
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smiling in dark!
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oh beautiful glorious time.
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Profanate!
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a single silly night's mistake,
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so it has been
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punished with this fucking rage
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Profanate!
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a single silly night's mistake.
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Iron forks
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steel inside my bones
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Broken laws
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dominion's rape my soul
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Killing works
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turn into steel my wounds,
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Spirit soiled
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with metal, blood and knuckles broken
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Here in the dark
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I really will discover light
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down in the ground
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you're fucking masters of disguise.
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Leave the night
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I've found my life inside my mind
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I enjoy my fear
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just turn my lust into sickening greed.
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Shattered Mockery
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| Dies Irae |
