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From the urge to seek my sources |
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I travel to restore |
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And bring myself to break down the door |
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I'm taken in by vicious forces |
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To realms of death and horror |
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Submersion into the underworlds at war |
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Must face the madness |
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Though it hurts |
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Must face the blackness |
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Though it hurts |
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Mortal dread's become |
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A drag on being one with my self |
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I seem to struggle with defences |
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And the infinity of man |
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Threatened by the vulnerable "I am" |
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In every corner of my senses |
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There's a will to alteration |
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It's been haunting me ad nauseam |
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Must face the madness |
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Though it hurts |
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Must face the blackness |
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Though it hurts |
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Mortal dread's become |
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A drag on being one with my self |
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If someone's out there |
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I need a word for protection |
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And if you're out there |
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This oath of blood is bonded by affection |
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Mortal dread's become |
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A drag on being one with my self |
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Mortal dread's become |
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A drag on being one with all else |
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Mortal dread's succumbed |
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Mortal dread's succumbed |
