And you watch your dreams float up in my wake.
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You will eat the liver of my ever-cascading wrath,
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your brain will be covered with glowing teeth marks.
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I fold my hands around your planet.
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I am the tree neath you rest, the adrenaline that voils in your blood
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in a pot of sin, the tidal field that drowns your every hope and I
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spread contagion throughout you - I created division!
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I am the coma in which you sleep.
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The swollen breast that feeds your every pain.
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Sleep Sleep Sleep next to my talons
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and your gin of the skin will be conveniently cut!
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You have called and so I've come, and now we are together as one.
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And the angelic visions of yours will be plagued with disease evermore!
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Turning close a desperate attempt to see where all the divinity went.
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As I reach, you start sinking faster
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- No life left for the craven bastard.
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I am a minotaur of agony, a pillar of pain, I am you, whose teeth have
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turned to barnacles. No one knows, no one cares and there's no way out!
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Before me, you kneel and pray and you watch all normality dripping away.
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You can beg and plead all you want. It won't change, it's whom I taunt.
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Yours is mine and mine is unknown. It makes me laugh to keep hearing
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you bitch and moan. No life left for the day in our heart,
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no life left as I tear you a apart!
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The Gard Division
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December Wolves |