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Lay waste torn asunder weak and lost in the past. |
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Obfuscates the self mind, ripped it away. |
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Cobwebs and motes in the eye of the sun god. |
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I think not, serpent get thee behind me. |
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Eradicated your somnambulant enigma. |
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This field has lain fallow, won't erode, won't soak up the sediment from your poisoned mind. |
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No, I won't soak up your misery, won't soak up your weakness, won't soak up your banality. |
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Taste vanadium, wide awake realizing what you've done. |
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Taste the frost, you chose your own death you know that you choose well. |
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I hate myself but not as much as |
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I hate you. |
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Tear yourself down. |
