| We mourn the pale and listless
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| It’s half past corpse o’clock
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| Praise the sick, hail the twisted
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| Sell your soul it’s time to rock
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| Let’s celebrate our life’s failures
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| That we are forced to repeat
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| Breed the bastard despite the knowledge
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| That with flesh comes deceit
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| With a blind oath to madness
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| We are forced to rebel
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| Wearing a badge of our shame
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| Let’s starve for the devil
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| How long I have tried to separate
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| My guilt from all of my lies
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| How long you have tried to see
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| Beyond the emptiness of my eyes
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| A curse to grant your wishes
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| When it’s half past corpse o’clock
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| Realize your reason’s twisted
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| Starve your soul, it’s time to rot
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| Let’s forget ever moment
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| For human life is frail
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| And all I know for certain
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| Is that the mirror shows us hell
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| With a blind oath to madness
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| We are forced to rebel
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| Wearing a badge of our shame
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| Let’s starve for the devil
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| How long I have tried to separate
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| My guilt from all of my lies
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| How long you have tried to see
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| Beyond the emptiness of my eyes
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| The blindness of our eyes
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| And the madness that it brings
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| The seven whispers are silent
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| As a carcass choir sings
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| How long I have tried to separate
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| My guilt from all of my lies
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| How long have you tried to see
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| Beyond the emptiness of my eyes? |