| (Something has died that once lived inside
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| The undying atrocity benumbs to feel no pain anymore
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| Bias residence with contaminant rage that has no boundaries
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| Created with a slay-conceived spirit
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| No mercy for the weak in this grand human machinery)
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| Dispersing from the shades of grey
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| Blazing through everyone and everything
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| Inaccurate and rapid moves
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| Heartbeats echo in vacuum
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| The core scraping pulsation
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| Thrusting closer to the edge
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| No escape from myself
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| This delusion is my shallow grave
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| In your head, in your mind
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| Emptiness will fill the void
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| Blood runs still and cold, stand at the ruins
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| Humanity’s deserted zone
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| Bleak sunshine burning to dust
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| Invisible tissue between us
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| Lost generation guiding the way
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| Foreshadowing angels to fall astray
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| Bloodshot eyes, blood painting the world
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| Adjusting to pain and venom words
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| This mental masturbation
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| Breeding progenies of a bastard nation
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| In your head, in your mind
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| Emptiness will fill the void
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| Blood runs still and cold, stand at the ruins
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| Humanity’s deserted zone
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| Underneath the empty appearance
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| The weight of absence so unbearable
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| Human wasteland, sinking quicksand
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| The Kingdom of Devastation
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| As I change my shape, everything fades
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| Spirit withers and body turns into a cage
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| In too deep, silence turns to rage
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| Covering this shallow grave
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| Stuck in this instant forever
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| Feelings never to sever
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| Empty shell within a gunshot
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| Everything you ever loved has turned to dust
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| Trivial goals to price your name
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| Revival of incomplete human race
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| Every breath reflects a disaster
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| Intertwined to the limbs, faking every laughter
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| In your head, in your mind
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| Emptiness will fill the void
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| Blood runs still and cold, stand at the ruins
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| Humanity’s deserted zone
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| Underneath the empty appearance
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| The weight of absence so unbearable
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| Human wasteland, sinking quicksand
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| The Kingdom of Devastation
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| As I change my shape, everything fades
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| Spirit withers and body turns into a cage
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| In too deep, silence turns to rage
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| Covering this shallow grave
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| (Fainting prayers in the street
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| Painted in these blood-red sheets
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| Swarming army of paper dolls with scissors
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| Burn and modify my thoughts, take my figure
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| Condemned to forget, forever wandering
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| My shadow companion is my only friend
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| Beneath my transparency, I’m nothing but a mystery
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| We’re nothing and everything
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| The embodiment of withering) |