Eyes on this flesh the windows of my soul
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From these I look inside and see it all
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Thorns in my heart and needles in my brain
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Is pain infectious or is it from the core
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My fate is hiding in the dark
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Or it's my mind that steals the light
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Heavy conscience on my shoulder
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i Can't hold on any longer
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Cold ice now
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Darkness, kill my pain
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I asked my father why he passed me by
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He said I'm always here and watching you
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Don't be afraid when you have lost your way
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Follow the signs and they'll be leading you
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Why do I fear to leave the lie
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When time has come to say goodbye
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Heavy conscience on my shoulder
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i Can't hold on any longer
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Cold ice now
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Darkness, kill my pain
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"WE ARE THE ANCIENT SAGES, FOR WHOM THE SIGN IS SHOWN
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FORGOTTEN ONES FROM THE REALM OF THE UNKNOWN
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WITHOUT A NAME OR TRACE, IN DEATH WE SANK
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AND IN THE BOOK OF TIME OUR NAMES ARE BLANK"
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Pain
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| Pentagram |
