Years have passed/I’m the only one left
I got nothing to do but count my regrets
And I do not think that I’m afraid
But I feel anxious as my semblance fades
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All these things that make me
Will bleed out from my rotting tree
Love is conceptually forlorn
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This… Is… The final destination
For the caitiffs and the thieves
No one endures and nobody leaves
Human flesh shredding
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Lying, bloody, before me I see
All I ever wanted you to be
Cut up and expression-less
Your pain is indeed my bliss
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Porcelain, white
My hate, your blight
I’ll see it through
My pure ingénue
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