Through this life of mine
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telling wanton lies
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saying sensless words
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laughing at my faults...
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Can I trust her? How?
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Vultures wait my fall
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cawing grief like crows.
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Useless strife at all...
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I am just waiting here
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on the throne of fear,
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right beside your heart.
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I will be your guard.
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Of all the beasts
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why did you choose me?
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To fill my soul
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with endless misery?
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Here I am now
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surrounded by all the desolation,
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depleted till perishing...
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And you should be called hope!?
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A mind that is hazed by hate
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carried by men so faint...
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But hope cannot be faith
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fed by lies so sly.
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My tantalizing words
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are pandering your soul
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with poison that I give.
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Your tantalizing words
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again will make me whole.
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You urge my will to live.
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A throng of dreaming birds
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will devastate your creed
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and render you too weak.
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These morbid dreamer-birds
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are feeding off my need -
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the poison that I seek.
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And in the hottest of hells
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men can still stay alive
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detained only by hope
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around their necks like rope.
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I'll scar your neck with fangs
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and make you sing in tongues
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a thousand saddest songs.
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I'll poison all your will
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and make you yearn for hell
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you'll never break my spell.
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And every day I look at the sky
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one thought in mind - I wish you would die.
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The demons cry. They wish I would fry.
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Can't force me back on this extoled rack.
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Of All The Beasts
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| Whispering Forest |
