| Benevolence What does it mean?
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| Malevolence What I have seen
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| is that they’re born together braided
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| but I have separated
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| man’s house upon itself
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| I pull high from the shelf
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| a substance that so divides
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| the face inside the mirror light
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| from what the shadows hide
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| I live a life with no soul! |
| (no soul!)
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| I detect, and then inject a self-destructive course
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| Aberration comes in like the tide
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| it bites its way through scarred divides
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| an esoteric marks upon my flesh
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| a doppelganger that shall find no rest
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| all navigation shadow drained
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| this alterations surely strained
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| the good intentions of my path
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| the synapses has induced wrath
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| beyond the point of coming back
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| I live a life with no soul! |
| (no soul!)
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| I detect, and then inject a self-destructive course
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| the avenging conscience
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| I have ignored comes to reclaim
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| I try to reinstate the braid defiled
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| but the threat is bare. |
| Beyond repair
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| They know its me
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| I live a life with no soul! |
| (no soul!)
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| I detect, and then inject a self-destructive course
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| I wanted to be both the wound and the knife
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| and the moon and the tide
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| and the wrong and the right
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| and the day and the night
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| and the stance and the flight
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| and the bloom and the blight
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| and the depth and the height
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| and of the moth and the light
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| and the meek and the might
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| and of the screen and the quiet
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| and the scales and the sight
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| Self Afflicted. |
| my addictive
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| LIFE WITHOUT SOUL! |