I can't believe it
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Such agony
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Unholy presence
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In my dreams
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You are the image of death for me
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The beacon of my mortality
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I can understand why my mind is plagued
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By the reality that seems so bleak to me (To me)
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I considered the practice
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Of praying after each of my sins
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That backwards way
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Of thinking has left me haunted
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And alone
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Left to count my own prayers
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(The benediction has left its mark on the bone
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Can such a sorrowful story be told?
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On the skin of vengeful perfection)
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I write cursed words
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The psalms
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Of undead kings
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Creating my own prophecies
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To raise
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The dead
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By the blessings
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Those text held sacred
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Though gleefully
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I'd kill to bring you back
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And those motherf*ckers
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Will just be parts for the infernal rebirth
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The ghost is watching
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The fog is creeping
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Her soul is searching
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Though I'll keep grieving
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Hatred keeps me invested
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But I fear the sorrow is stronger
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The Agony that pulls me under
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Leaves my faith asunder
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Drown in
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Black ink
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Of the damned
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So I'll go hunting
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Beyond heavy fog
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That conceals the curse from me
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The alluring godless promise
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They keep shrouded within the deep
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Encased in hardened agony
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It gives release to
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The miserable decay
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My subterfuge
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Where is the god
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The self-proclaimed savior
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When the pained, the damned, call for you
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I weep and turn to the ink
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To ease my suffering
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In this maddening
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I understand why my mind is plagued by reality
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So I relive the process
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Of praying after each of my sins
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That backwards way
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Of thinking left me haunted
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Left to count my own prayers
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Hatred keeps me invested
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But I fear the sorrow is stronger
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The Agony that pulls me under
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Leaves my faith asunder
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(The agony I feel pales to the weight of yours
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Pained existence of the forlorn
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Living but not with purpose
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So I will return to the fog again)
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I will return to the fog again
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