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The fears of my past are more than real. |
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No script will offer comfort. |
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All I have is the eyes of my nightmares. |
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The beginning of the end is upon me. |
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This is the nature of depravity. |
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Only faceless figures await me. |
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The eyes of a failed sinner, a body where the dead lay. |
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This is the heart of the sick. |
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The nature of depravity. |
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The fears of my past are more than real. |
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Its only lust and obsession. |
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All emotion lies in decay. |
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I welcomed the darkness, I let it in. |
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This is the heard of the sick. |
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The fears of my past are more than real. |
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No script will offer comfort. |
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I welcomed the darkness, I let it in. |
