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Words brought back to life |
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Those meaning and those invective tone we had |
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What did affect without effect |
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Took another form one will never neglect |
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Torments of angels that faded |
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All those shade I had to sew back making all one |
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Reaching none while |
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All those shadows I had to fake |
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Hiding some form Praying the One... |
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Trapped in a body |
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My own betrayer |
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Not allowing any moves nor excess |
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An unsharp tool that damage unity |
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An enemy within that evolves toward statues |
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Lack of motion, lack of action, Mind overprocessing |
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For he hath shown the way and put on my path |
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The pain and the torture of a shattered body |
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I shall go on, wearing the burden of Pain, turning it |
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Glorifying it |
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For it didn't limit the strong For it didn't stop the Evilution |
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For it just changed the process |
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And made the whole scheme higher |
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Battling on different mindfield |
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Words as weapons |
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Eyes as judges |
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Smell the viktory |
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& sense the defeat |
