Now what have I become?
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It's more black in my heart.
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Than the ice in your lungs.
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Hail elegance as we revel in the lust of pure destruction.
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"Miss Cadaverous", let me light the dark in your eyes.
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I am yours.
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Like the stillness of a corpse.
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With a heart bound by ache
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Though it doesn't beat it breaks.
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I am cursed
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I sew my eyes shut just to sleep.
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We're caught in all the webs we weave
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No sonnet for the recently deceased.
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They lie awake just to hear you scream
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Strip the world and paint it fucking black
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Now what have you become?
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You once felt like home
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Now you're just a ghost in the fog.
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The funeral song of misery was played on keys of ivory
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"Miss Cadaverous", show me who you really are
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In my eyes I am yours
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Such a paleness I adore
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With a heart that's bound by pain
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Though it doesn't beat it breaks
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I am cursed
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Oh what a mess I have made of my life
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"His arms are around me,
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His tongue in my eyes"
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Hide my face from the light
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"The Spider man is having me for dinner tonight"
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Now go back to the start, I still hear her voice
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But she's lost in the fog
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Your "love" is just a frail disguise
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To hide the pain behind your eyes
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In Lacerated lullabies
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We all fall down
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Your "love" is just an alibi
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The antidote of your demise
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In lacerated lullabies
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We all fall down.
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Black Damask (The Fog)
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Motionless In White |