As faces crept in from the room next door to my eyes I let a razor race swiftly down my armless body towards the clays of hell
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Blink to separate desecration from pain
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Blink to separate the face from the name
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Another flash
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Another face
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Toward the clays of hell the acrid tears and razors race
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The faces become more defined as the scent of my sweat and vomit draws them nearer
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Blink once for the pills
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Blink twice for the shame
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In the eyes of the canary these faces remain
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Alkeline
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Circle Of Dead Children |