| Balance is my kingdom in flames
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| Doubt is the essence of shame
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| We prey on the pleasures of pain
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| My phallus is a totem of truth
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| It feeds on the light you produce
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| Hell is the home of my muse
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| Evil wears a mask with your name
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| The cervix is a circle in flames
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| Survival is the name of the game
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| A name is engraved in my skull
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| I reckon an end product is null
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| Behold just a glimpse of my soul
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| My name is subjected to hate
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| They fear what I cause and create
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| The spark of deception is fate
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| Life is confined in a cage
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| Precision is a matter of rage
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| All beauty is subjected to age
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| We come from the deepest of wells
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| We dance in the gardens of hell
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| Ignore all the secrets I tell
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| My heart is debased by the vain
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| Let’s hide in our secret domain
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| And torture the disciples of shame
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| The core is starting to reek
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| The blind are requesting to see
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| Life holds no place for the meek
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| To die is to merge with our dreams
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| Success is regarded in fiends
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| Desist and be reckoned as king
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| Do what thou will can conceive
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| Your life is a spear without grief
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| Arise and refuse to concede
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| Your teeth, they are lodged in my leg
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| I shall never cry, never beg
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| Love is retrieved when we’re dead |