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My friend, it seems you've raised |
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What you deserve, and never make a squelch |
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From the womb of black wish that from then |
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Then you'll know that the rage |
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That devours within |
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hen you'll see that the lighthouse is a |
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Scornful little sin |
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I know that now it's your heart |
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That is black like the sea |
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And the grinding of metal |
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Is but turmoil in me |
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This can't be |
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This can't be |
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This can't be |
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Far beyond far |
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This cannot be |
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When the book is open to us all |
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And the martyrs will prevail |
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I am wondering afar to seek |
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Consciousness beyond the veil |
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And no one takes over when I walk the dreaded land |
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Lets say the sun turns black again |
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I'll behold it with my eyes |
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Feeling far removed from alone the ? inside of me |
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Huuuua! |
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This can't be |
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This can't be |
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This can't be |
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Far beyond far |
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This cannot be |
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Out there, somewhere, the devourings align |
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And the scorging of the earth is what God |
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Has for us entwined |
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Time and space collide to force daemons by our side |
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And if you prevail the yell it will hurt you from the smell |
