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R. Williams |
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I have etched the scrolls into my skin |
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The hangman's noose, 13 lies which cross the barrier/burial |
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There is a sin not yet commited |
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O, he of sleepless flight - be merciful. |
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I have found myself lost amongst the shardsof a world reduced to shadow |
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Sentenced to a lifetime in this prison |
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Well, I should have taken this omen and ran |
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Abandoned myself to secret corners |
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Instead I turned to face the day |
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Treading through the storm of the horror |
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And decayHow could |
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I be so blinded |
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Cut down and so misguided? |
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Caught in deception, in deception |
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O, he of splintered sight - be merciful |
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For I know not what |
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I doI walk the road that leads to an early grave |
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As tears stream down my rigid face |
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Well, I should keep one eye turned towards heaven |
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As I drag my body through the flames |
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Instead I turned to face the day |
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Fighting with the demons |
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I have made |
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Spilled all my hope along the way |
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It falls out, it falls dead |
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Shattered fragments, endless waves |
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O, he of sleepless nights - be merciful |
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I have found myself lost amongst the shards |
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If only I had severed ties, |
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Ties that bind all my dreams to lies |
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I could have walked away from it all |
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I could have walked away from it all |
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And found that peace waits in absentia |
