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A sickening display, a scar for every line.
The beauty and the pain of total agony.
These lacerations, the stench of slow decay.
It desecrates, making beautiful profane.
A tragedy the suffering of loss that separates.
A fragile soul from its remains.
Lay down and you'll suffer.
Would you die for your affliction? Held down, now you'll suffer.
Would you kill for what destroys you? They pick at the remains.
The dead in perfect lines.
The beauty and the pain of total agony.
These lacerations, the stench of slow decay.
It desecrates, making beautiful profane.
A tragedy the suffering of loss that separates.
A fragile soul from its remains.
Lay down and you'll suffer.
Would you die for your affliction? Held down, now you'll suffer.
Would you kill for what destroys you? In darkness I close my eyes.
A prayer to ease the pain.
In silence I realize.
The darkness will always...
Lay down and you'll suffer.
Would you die for your affliction? Held down, now you'll suffer.
Would you kill for what destroys you?