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Lying here alone and cold
And I'm waiting for the dawn
Laughter at my every move
As if crippled by my thoughts
And I'm burning cold, burning cold
You prevail in the end
(Unlike your god's obscenity)
Hating the disgrace
(Of a child's insanity)
I'm taken all the more
And I'll take all that I see
You'll do it all for me (is this the end - it cannot be)
All the more, you feed off my rejection
All the more, I tear your soul in two
Lonely are my tears of pain
And I'm punished by their cause
I'll rest on my burning throne
A release I move towards is eternal sleep
And I'm burning cold
And it keeps me locked away
And it keeps me locked away
And it keeps me locked away
Away
All the more, I battle through the heartache[
All the more, I'd lay myself to rest
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