Tonight I let loose the dove
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In futile hopes of its return
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Watch bleeding feathers and flags unfurl
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Free with the breeze that burns me
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I know that I pushed you to fall apart
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These eyes are blackened now to what is real
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Someday I'll touch you with my heart
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This prosthetic heart has broken itself
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Torn in string and letting loose all it had
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This shell can only contain its screams for so long
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Blackened brow, blood as oil to burn
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Boiling over to fuel this loss
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These eyes are black and blue and imprinted with you face
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An image I will never forget
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Today I will staple myself back together
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With black hair stitches I will be whole again
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And on that day the madman will raise his eyes
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Staring at me with a tear and a laugh
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The oldest of phrases falls from his parted lips...
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"I told you so..."
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The Decay
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Invocation Of Nehek |