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Fear is just interpretation |
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Feeds my motivation |
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Our time together is |
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A bloodbath of serenity |
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Plead no more |
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There's no confusing the finale |
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Excitation |
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My rancid passion is electrified |
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Accept this |
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My religion of torture |
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I can't see any purity |
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Just imperfection and obscenity |
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My blood soaked hands devise |
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Your slow methodic demise |
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Asphyxiate the world |
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It's blind without me |
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Catatonic, catatonic |
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I'm numb in priceless solitude |
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Exhilarating keeping pieces of you near |
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Visions of decapitation |
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My mental masturbation |
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I try to resurrect |
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Your consciousness, your intellect |
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Once so pure |
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Your pain excites and it tests me |
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Excitation |
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The empty state emitting from your eyes |
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Embrace it |
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My religion of torture |
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All I see are the impurities |
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The imperfections and obscenities |
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Accept itMy religion of torture |
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Excitation |
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The rancid passion coming from your eyes |
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My blood soaked hands devise |
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Your slow methodic demise |
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Asphyxiate the world |
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It's blind without me |
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Catatonic, catatonic |
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I'm numb in priceless solitude |
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Exterminating all the voiceless multitudes |
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I can't stop because it's so hypnotic |
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Catatonic, catatonic |
