[music: Argento, Wead, Marcolin, lyrics: Wead]
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From my black tongue, words of scorn
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Out of darkness, my ways were born
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I can still fear their presence
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The thoughts within my mind
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Frail dreams of wayward essence
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A deal that's yet unsigned
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So mean, unclean and godless
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The roots I'm scared to find
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Their needs are often heartless
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Like truth that's long declined
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Strange and vain are the feelings
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As my mind can flow free
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These unpleasant revealings
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Can they really be me?
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From my black tongue, words of scorn
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Out of darkness, my ways were born
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My thoughts will pull me under
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Life spinning round and round
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Where will it stop, I wonder
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No trace of solid ground
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Like seconds into hours
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My days are passing by
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I'll climb an endless tower
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As life's an endless lie
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Strange and vain are the feelings
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As my mind can flow free
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These unpleasant revealings
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Can they really be me?
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Out Of Darkness
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| Memento Mori |
