| Welcome to the gallery of bleeding art
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| Where I create pain on the canvas of death
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| Just close your eyelids — the torture comes from within
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| In this realm of mine the revenge can begin
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| In a blackened place within me
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| Where reason is eclipsed by rage
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| In edifice of inviolable justice
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| Where my vengeance is coming to life
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| In all the beautiful colours of affliction
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| II
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| I will rape your mind into fragments of broken glass
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| And every single crystal shard shall pierce your lying heart
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| There is no dawn in this blood red dream
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| Just an endless night of anguish supreme
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| No more lies will be told
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| I will make you suffer in my mind
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| When I have ripped out your tongue
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| No more lies will be written
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| A thousand deaths for you inside
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| When I have smashed your fingers into pieces
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| Each stroke of my brush
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| A condescending strike against you
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| Each dash of paint
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| A scar upon your body
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| III
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| Every lie that you have told will be a scar upon your body
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| An eternal monument of your worthless existence
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| In the darkness I can hear you weep
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| You can’t wake up from this breathless sleep
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| Every image of your tormented face
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| Every depiction of your lacerated body
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| Every instant of your suffering
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| Is a grand piece of bleeding art
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| IV
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| In these chambers of vengeance I am free to live again
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| Live through a thousand torments
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| I don’t feel the pain anymore
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| There is no life in this world of scorn
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| Just an endless night with tragedies adorned
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| No more lies will be told
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| I will make you suffer in my mind
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| When I have ripped out your tongue
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| No more lies will be written
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| A thousand deaths for you inside
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| When I have smashed your fingers into pieces
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| Death so close, yet so far, far away
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| Please try to reach the light with useless broken limbs
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| My wrath is eternal, I will never let you die
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| Because your suffering is keeping me alive
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| No more lies will be told
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| I will make you suffer in my mind
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| When I have ripped out your tongue
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| No more lies will be written
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| A thousand deaths for you inside
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| When I have smashed your fingers into pieces |