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Its hard to leave the morgue

A possession of the dead

A slave to serve the beast

And the visions in my head

Placement of their souls, enslaved I admire

Remaining at their best, who slept in fire

He who slept in fire

In my selfreflection staring back in time

memories from anywhere keeps you back in line

My determination, A place of solemn peace

Has left you bound on the ground, wired to your knees

Truth

Circumsiced

Tought by liars

Fueled by lies

And when they come to see me

And you can tell I'm bleeding

But the power I'm gaining is not my downfall

In my dreams I crave the underworld

marching down a line I'm begging for

Feel me...to gain my empaty Empathy

Seek me....and burn my sympathy

In my dreams I praise the underworld

Staring down a place of peace

A place that will never be