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Truth
It lies beneath my skin,
The redemption to your lies.
It hates, it burns, it scorns you,
To release me from your ties.
"Do not deny me my release..."
Death's lips grasp my soul,
Haunting music fills my ears,
Biting cold against my skin,
Releasing all my fears.
There is no time left for me,
Life drains now from my veins,
My blood will stain your memories,
Keep you wrapped up in chains.
"...my truth"
Pour yourself over my wounds,
Smother them with my sorrow,
For they shall not close,
They shall not heal,
It will not change tomorrow.
"...my suicide."
+ Mistress of Eternity +
It lies beneath my skin,
The redemption to your lies.
It hates, it burns, it scorns you,
To release me from your ties.
"Do not deny me my release..."
Death's lips grasp my soul,
Haunting music fills my ears,
Biting cold against my skin,
Releasing all my fears.
There is no time left for me,
Life drains now from my veins,
My blood will stain your memories,
Keep you wrapped up in chains.
"...my truth"
Pour yourself over my wounds,
Smother them with my sorrow,
For they shall not close,
They shall not heal,
It will not change tomorrow.
"...my suicide."
+ Mistress of Eternity +
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