| These shades of gray are the essence of night
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| They’re the definition, I’ll make your life
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| Darkness and fright, your last cry
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| Withstand my deadly grip
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| Survivor of tyrants, survivor of emptiness, survivor of lies
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| Your soul will die for me
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| I’ll take your wildest dreams
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| I’ll take your everything
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| I’ll be your resurrection, your annihilation
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| I feel the day has come, it’s come, for the end to rise
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| One pain, one sin, one humiliation for this degradation
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| We march in darkness
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| In desperation
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| In vital creation
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| Sun, burn my eyes, wake me from the dead
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| Eternal whirlwind of sorrow
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| I faced your hate and found nothing to repair the emptiness in you
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| This life you want so much, this hollow sky that rots
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| This world will swallow you whole and spit you out so cold
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| Leaving you with nothing serene and nothing to die for
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| Break the cycle of wanting all that is out of reach
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| You want this far too much, temptation’s endless trap, for a dying breed
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| These shades of gray are the essence of night
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| They’re the definiton of what I’ll make your life
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| Darkness and fright, your last cry
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| Withstand my deadly grip
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| Survivor of tyrants, survivor of emptiness, survivor of lies
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| Your soul will die for me
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| In words of desperation
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| Your cries are never heard
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| In words of desperation
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| You sell your spirit to me |