Affectation was an early sign
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Of a twisted mind
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All virtues had faded away
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Apprehension made her cold
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But warm she was inside
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The child within her died
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And left her with a heart of stone
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Surface anger was a thin disguise
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Yet at night she cries
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Behold the pain in her eyes
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Degradation was a grind
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Her true self left behind
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Compassion you will find
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Hidden by a veil of deception
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And so the story goes
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That's the way she chose to live her life
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And anybody knows
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The way it feels when you hurt inside
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She's running from herself
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The game of life in which she played
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Looking back upon the early years
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There was room for tears
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But she chose to push them away
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Condemnation was a vice
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She chose to roll the dice
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And so she paid the price
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Misery was her only friend
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Inner feelings were a neutral zone
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Though she tried to condone
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In a world she faced so alone
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Her salvation came too late
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And on that day she died
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No one even cried
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Forgot about the veil of deception
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And so the story goes
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That's the way she chose to live her life
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And anybody knows
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The way it feels when your hurt inside
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She's running from herself
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The game of life in which she played
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Veil of Deception
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Death Angel |