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Reminiscent screams like womb dreams
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From ridding yourself of your own existence
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The pendulum sways like an empty noose
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Still your thoughts compress and you weep and sigh inside
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Adolescent naivete spawned my optimism
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Whose head you were on your coat of arms
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You're the champion of my bleeding heart.
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When you're shrouded in baptismal brine
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For the dawning of the great rebirth.
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Don't forget your name when your numbers called
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Or you may end up causing the end of us all.
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There Only Is
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| Vendetta Red |
