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Liquid is in your throat
For hopeless delight
After all you fell in love with death
Life has aborted
All you've had and all you became
The night is calling, you pray forth
A barren waste is your land
Crops, they were sown to die
The skin is a mirror
The eyes hollow with ignorance
Health runs from your lips
Sucked in and safe from the world of sleep
All years, all years caring for a liar
The barren drift road is winding higher
You're a moth too close to the fire
You are stuck in a route of confusion
Changing and waiting and seeking the truth of it all
Fleeing in sorrows
Pushing your spirit away
Sick of the weakness of the psyche
Whisper from the heart of evil
Luring them all into despair
Resenting the goods of a savior
Cries out
Restless will also die
A selection culled from the damned
Drawing a lifeline of one
A friend died in your room
And sought the birth of a follower
Oh, brother
You're a killer, and you target yourself
I wish you'd never come back
For us to see the beckoning end
And the pride of a mother
Drawn close in a mother's son
And the love from a father
Was used by a father's son, ah
And the pride of a mother
Drawn close in a mother's son
And the love from a father
Was used by a father's son
Overheard us talking
In a smoke of lost hope
The language of a parting
So clear and so true
Overheard us talking
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