I will not bear the watch while the animated sadness releases
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A cyanide touch for us
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So utterly devastating its measure glides
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The breath that is born of behemoth size
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Unveiled exhumed when everything twists into form
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For you to see all in a perilous mourn
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With long relentless devotion
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The grant of these open wounds and this heartless rip
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The drains are waiting for the loss of your blood
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Enter all simple solutions
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The center of this wasteland
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So barren and bleak, so feeble and weak
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With a quick flash of ice in your chest
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Like falling into a mine field, face first
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Is this the snap of your filament or the grimmest devout
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Is this the snap of your neck rung red hung in this rope
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I will not let this subside
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For the still beating heart that is buried inside
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The depths of old to the births of war
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The weak will beg, swaggering in dissent
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The weak will beg, of instant revelations
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The weak will beg, in risk to repent
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The weak will beg, for death again and again and again
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The shattered screams of a people unfulfilled
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With the sight and with the sound
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The reign of steel, their blood unbound
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Is this the snap of your filament or the grimmest devout
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Is this the snap of your neck rung red hung in this rope
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I will not let this subside
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For the still beating heart that is buried inside
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The depths of old to the births of war
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The weak will beg, swaggering in dissent
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The weak will beg, of instant revelations
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The weak will beg, in risk to repent
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The weak will beg, for death again and again and again
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The weak will beg, swaggering in dissent
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The weak will beg, of instant revelations
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The weak will beg, in risk to repent
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The weak will beg, for death again and again and again and again and again and again
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