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All of this comes crashing down |
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Cornerstone's gone sleepless, hopeless, no end in sight |
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Ink well has run dry fill it with blood of the scribe |
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Rest comes easy to the guiltless |
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The vampire laments as he prays for the sun |
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Doom, despair, tragedy are the tools of the trade |
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Cut to the bone, rob the grave |
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Unearth the stone, lay to waste |
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Defile the tome, rip the page |
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Strip mine the vein, lay to waste |
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Frayed at the edge flat lined |
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The anvil cracks the hammer relentlessly comes down |
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A new pariah is born |
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Cut to the bone, rob the grave |
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Unearth the stone, lay to waste |
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Defile the tome, rip the page |
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Strip mine the vein, lay to waste |
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Chastisement lays you down to sleep |
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Tucks you in with bloody kisses |
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Gifts of nightmares bitter sweet |
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Type A negative shuts me down |
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Catch phrase will be death of me |
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Is this not what you came to see? |
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What, are you not entertained? |
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Climb the walls till nails bleed |
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Rip the hair, tear the seams, break the glass |
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Head in hands, bell tolls endlessly |
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No end in sight |
