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Breathe in deep,

smell these halls of hate.

Carve your name into these walls

before it is too late.

Cold and twisted,

they resisted,

what was I to do?

All I ever

wanted was a

fraction of the truth.

Walking in the shadows

of my blackened mind.

Lost inside this shallow

vanity of time.

What if there's a God,

a Hell and Heaven?

Fire is the torment

I must face.

Dying by the souls

I have forsaken,

no one's going to

catch my fall from grace.

Bleed on me,

suffer and exhale!

Watch me from your cage

as I rejoin my painful prime.

You and I are relics,

we provoke and we recline.

Walking in the shadows

of my blackened mind.

Angels crave my sorrow,

sorrow they will find.

What if there's a God,

a Hell and Heaven?

Fire is the torment

I must face.

Dying by the souls

I have forsaken,

no one's going to

catch my fall from grace.