i have walked the ashes of hell
i have stood the fiery baptism
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the world comes to a pinnacle
perceptions warps with the wind
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your words trace shivers down my spine
if only they were your fingers
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breeding violence unrevoking
embers blaze to the flames you’re stoking
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i taste a storm on the wind
repentance for all those that sin
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the sirens lay weeping bloody tears
from the gouged remains of their eyes
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i feel out of place this early awake
i lose all sentiments during the day
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is this recreation?
or pure self-destruction
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you’d be surprised
at the peace of mind
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