The ruins shall bear witness to what I've become
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Damned by the riddles of shame
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Now they lower me down into the mouth of flames
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The disease now lives again
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So, the thorn has grown since then
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Animation of disgrace
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From the years when I had a face
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Long lost pictures come to life once more
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The sewers of yesterday spreads its breath into this dream
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The smell og dying colours, and illusions that bleed
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The threads are all wearing thin
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But still they let no sunshine in
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Desolation comes alone
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As the skin falls from our bones
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Oblivion lies safe within these hands
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A hangman shadow resting upon my back
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Imprisonment - A godly state of being
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Where time is merely a word existing in past tense
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Feed the hole and welcome to my wound
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Down the void of perception a shallow vision streams
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Reality brings deception and dust of past dreams
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The witness of my ruin came to follow me
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The riddles soon perished in shame
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As they lowered him down into the mouth of flames
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The hunger claws inside
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My innocence went with the tide
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Served the agents of decay
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Now watch impurity wash away
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Hunger Of The Innocence
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Cemetary |