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Nothingness, finally, turned to obsessive belief |
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Flashing lights |
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the impulse strikes the frames again |
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empty sights |
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reanimating dreams away |
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my only patterns are the thoughts I ruin by myself |
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and watching blood the motion that my soul obey |
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Wake the disease |
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it doesn't hurt, the cure is so despiteful |
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take it with ease |
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But preeminent agony - icons to pray |
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send me the image before I awake |
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Endless pain |
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for I've been struggling through my way back home |
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in my veins |
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I can't deny the blessings overcome |
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crawling shadows are the beings we're never able to detach |
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watching blood - the pleasure I adore too much |
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Wake the disease |
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it doesn't hurt, the cure is so despiteful take it with ease |
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And preeminent agony, icons to pray |
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send me the image before it's too late |
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Nothingness, finally turned |
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It's just a dream but I'm over you |
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believing's so useless |
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betrayal vision's not coming true |
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denial between us |
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These wounds you've granted me would not sustain the fight |
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deprave my vision, while the script is staying even |
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like inspiration fading, rising, coincide |
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they always let me breathe for living |
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It doesn't hurt' the cure is so despiteful |
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take it with ease |
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And preeminent agony, icons to pray |
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send me the image before I awake |
