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Unrelayed, bite right through |
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Curse the weight that strains your mind |
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Stationary, facing nothing |
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It devours you from inside |
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Short-lived passion, now inflamed |
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Realize you've spilt the essence |
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Boiling over, flesh melts fast |
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Liberate the key to vengeance |
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I'm not the one to steer this |
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My duties are fulfilled |
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Take the strain and struggle |
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The endless downhill |
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From a reasonable distance |
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All seems strangely quiet |
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Take just one step closer |
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And be entangled in my spite |
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Jackhammer comes crushing |
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Pounds to pulp with no relief |
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Bite the dust and chew it well |
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Suffering's all I can give |
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I'm not the one to steer this |
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My duties are fulfilled |
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Take the strain and struggle |
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The endless downhill |
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Wreack havoc on my path |
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Strike back with blinding rage |
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Nothing can hold me back |
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None will be saved |
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Each second the need is growing |
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To fill this enveloping void |
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Each instant without passion |
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Leaves me emptier still |