Your blood was the one in the Mirror
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the one dripping its way down the wall
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the drops that would soon touch the floor
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adventuring each bottomless hole between
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Halls fill with this precious gift
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that have somehow escaped through your skin
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could it have something to do with me?
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show me your arms, your body...why yes ! It was me
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Screaming you are, wonder why so pale and helpless?
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was it not pain you sought out of life
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was it not you who chose to live for misery
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and to be like your greatest idol jesus christ...
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...decorated with Nails
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Go bleed now, beg for the relief of death
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for that would be a waste to let you die
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now taste life's greatest gift, pain
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I shall never release you from this life...
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Circle Of Pain
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| Thy Serpent |
