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Vengeful Spirit
11:09
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I`m sorry, this will hurt me far more than it will hurt you
In a darkend room fully torn apart
Infront of me the one who stole my heart
Motionless, bound and tied
Her sweat reeks of fear
The sight alone could wish you blind
One last touch
One last time
One last caress
One last time
Instruments of pain gleaming in my sight
Tugging at the sense of wrong
I will perpetrate tonight
The first incision wrenches at my soul
As the world turns red, i finally let go
An artist with his tools of trade
Gazing back at what is left in my wake
All beauty lost, destroyed
Down to every instance left of joy
No sign of affection, love or lust
Only thing remains is a feeling of disgust
What my hands
What my hands wrought i can never take away
I've scarred
I've scarred my sight, I've scarred my fucking mind
What my hands
I've scarred my sight, I've scarred my fucking mind
There is blood
There is blood on my hands...
The blood is mine
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Nightfall
14:04
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As the light fades from my world
I... I am left behind
Others burn so bright
As time passes by
Shadows give me peace
I will never shine
Take whatever's left
I took my... I took my eyes
In absent light left to die
Tempered by shadows i survive
A single spark out of empty eyes
Empty eyes...
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Fidelitas Lex
11:51
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Tis pain the clarity of ruin
And a soul that is laid to waste
A march of things forever broken
Laid bare between shards of faith
Broken beings recognise its like
Drawn to them like moths to light
What blocks the gears, the geares from turning
What lies in sparks, what gathers dust
(broken) broken...
To heal what once was broken
To sprint the gauntlet of its inner workings
To pick oneself apart
To free the head and heal the heart
Far few do breach this end of state
Gaze upon its law of faith
Condemned by those who fear its sight
Who would pray for dusk in the dead of night
I hold no stake here
I will be washed away
I hold no stake here
A heretic does not pray
So strike the light from my eyes
It is all of you who dim
Bound by shackles of faithful`s light
Praying for dusk in the dead of night
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Heartless, Careless
09:39
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For a state of flow is to what i strive
Fully engaged in life unbound, never blind
Automata, nothing is as simple as a machine
Never brought down by delusions of a living dream
Nursery rhymes, life worth losing, the best of times
An open heart, rose tinted eyes, comfort in caress
Lies in life make our world shine
Flooding every sense, drowning us alive
Drowning us alive
Cracks and fissures form ripples in the flow of time
Illusions do fall, clarity will you still be mine
So much warmer is the light
The neural trappings of the lost internal sight
Marinated in a chemical cocktail burning bright
How or why should i resist
Live in shadows cease to exist
What is care but dimming light
What is love but rose tinted sight
What is truth but shade against the sun
Am i a ghost in the machine, am i whole, am i one
Careless in a world of dimming light
Heartless in a place far from sight
Boundless by others, a wayward soul
Regardless of things i cannot control
Living in the sun still not remaining blind
As cities burn, souls ashen away in time
Somewhere somehow happiness i`ll find
Heartless, careless
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