resent a sense of feeding, demanding bleeding
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unhinged a savage seeks a quest
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hollow hearts, rapid beating
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the pulse is high its never ceasing
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this cannot be a false pretence
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as people arise I feel it
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stone cold, a passive disease, no chance of healing
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you'll wonder if this is the end
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the void submit to pass through
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fear the eyes staring at you
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a time of unrivalled despair
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as people arrive I feel their stare
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you lived a life in chains
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your master could not save
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you'll lose the grasp of gain
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no method to your rage
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you die a death each day
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for some it seems to stay that way
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channels to feed your hate
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lying there for you to take
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a place where fools attend
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no prayers for you my friend
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Laid To Waste
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| Paradise Lost |
