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Invincible
03:12
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A sea of emptiness surrounds
Another king without a crown
A blackened heart, no blood inside
I see there's nothing in your eyes
A sea of emptiness surrounds
A fortune half a dozen feet beneath the ground
Forgiven for our every sin
Sharpen the knife and let's begin
We are invincible tonight
Freed from the chains of life
We are Invincible tonight
Invincible
While worms are feasting on my flesh
I pray for nothing but my death
Your savior mocks me with each breath
A ridicule of emptiness
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Ablaze
03:45
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Anywhere but where you are
That's what you said to me
Put me in the ground like stakes
With pinpoint accuracy
Lantern pressed against the window
The heat will Crack the pane
Forced to hollow out the inside
Of my insides and my name
Where are you
Broken down the middle of me
Like children's easter eggs
Pull my tongue out of my face
So I can't talk or beg
Steal a memory from deep inside
My mind is all I have
Twist and pull, your hands are bloody
Clenching all that you can grab
You are the fire
I am the ring
My organs wooden
Set me ablaze
Anywhere but where you are
Would make you dead to me
You are perfect as an anchor dropping striaght into the sea
I am complicated I know, so beat it out of me
Dripping blood and spitting teeth
That's what you have to see
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Illuminated
04:08
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Do you remember waiting, waiting in the cold
Waiting for the wanting of the chance of getting old
It seems so far away
The often passing glances, the echoes from afar
A tributary honor to get lost among the stars
I still recall the day
Your grave desecrated
Morals torn and faded
Black hearts are integrated
Darkness illuminated
Do you remember dying, choking on your blood
Gasping for a breath of air like children look for love
It seems so far away
Those flower petals tainted
By chemicals and such
I see your skin is hanging
Your face cold to the touch
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Dissociated
03:15
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Take what you want and leave behind
All those things that you once defined
Scattered ashes never found
Scalpel slicing watch me bleed
Scrape out what you want from me
Crucified on holy ground
Carving flesh to let it dry
Caring not what you let die
Feeding off the rape and murder of a sentient soul
When will emptiness seep in
Let the blood run down your chin
Let the carcass turn to mold
You've dissociated
Chew the flesh and drink the seed
Tell yourself it's what you need
Never question how it came upon you
Picture perfect blood and soil
Stitched it up and wrapped in foil
Think of just yourself, the only truth
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Abyss
02:43
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Another night of Agony
Spent chasing unrepentant dreams
I find reflection in my screams
A faded scar is still a scar
The moon surrounded by the stars
I wonder where the answers are
A sea of red is where we're drowning In bed of roses with these thorns I don't think we cna heal
Upon a crown of nothingness
I swearing my own allegiance
I think of nothing, the abyss
Another night of restlessness
Spent soaking in your saviors piss
I wonder is there more to this
A saturation kills the hue
I'm staring in an empty room
Tell me is this what's inside you
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Burial Ground
Lonely and depressed, searching for something that's already left
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