The marsh land that is down and deep,
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Holds me tight it's clutching me.
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Like black cold chains forever,
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Dragging me towards hell's misery.
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The things that I've seen with Your eyes.
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The things that You choose not to see.
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Have scorched me like ten thousand burning years.
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In a purgatory.
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Is this Damnation?
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Is it in my mind or is it something I don't know.
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Something that I should control,
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I've got to find,
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Find the machine.
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That makes me want to be me.
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Cannot face another mirror,
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Cannot face another truth.
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I've got to find,
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Find some new eyes,
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I've got to find a substitute.
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My omnipresence this is me.
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My weapon against your dynasty.
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I've got to stop existing mentally,
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In places that i do not want to be.
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I hvae to move away,
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From thoughts terrible and gray.
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It will not let me go,
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is this Damnation?
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My Omnipresence this is me.
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My friend, turns into an enemy.
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Must control, I must control the evil daemon.
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Antimental!
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Antimental
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Mortiis |