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Forging Sympathy
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A mass of breathing souls
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For times are desolate
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Passing judgement on my sentence
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As I perceive my dying day
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Gime me a promise.
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The word I will never hear
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Sympathies forging, stalling in me
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I'm closing all the doors
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While my frown remians
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Until I reach my golden heaven
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I'll let the sadness pass my way
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Preaching the words of angels, to a darker side of man
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My halo's fading with all the sin I deal
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Have I been banished, 'a forgery'
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Sear, the tender feeling as my solar glow dies
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And I'm waiting for my sweet hell
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You'll wait for 'your' hell, I wish you hell...
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In time the hate corrodes
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Our brains are desolate
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And this prison which we serve in
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Will be a witness to our pains
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Preaching the words of angels, to a darker side of man
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Forging Sympathy
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| Paradise Lost |
