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What night never abandoned |
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In shallow darkness dwell |
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The evidence in pools of black |
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Light cannot penetrate, light cannot penetrate |
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Have you come for my forgiveness |
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There's nothing left to give |
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No response to your repentance |
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This empty me |
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Lifted from the living days |
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To be bent right out of shape |
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Let blades and satisfiers |
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Cut and lick these wounds |
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In reversal of repentance |
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This bastard son of lies |
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To bring meaning to it all, meaning to it all |
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Have you come for my forgiveness |
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There's nothing left to give |
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No response to your repentance |
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This empty me |
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Take now from this body |
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A coward's heart |
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And a soul beyond repair |
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Empty me |
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Between insecurity and reason |
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Self deprecation as a means to the end |
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Out of reach but never closer |
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A cure that searches for the cause of this |
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Cause for chaos |
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Have you come for my forgiveness |
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There's nothing left to give |
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No response to your repentance |
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This empty me |
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Drawn from memories the fragments linger |
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On ages of thought and seconds of sleep |
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What is it here that tempts the night |
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To stab the day and kill the light |
