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Taste the blood and spit out the clots

Lick your lips as the world begins to rot

And it's a fading world that I want no input or part of

Our own reflections are sickening sights

There's no escaping what we always try to hide

I am fortune's fool, the bitter fruit from the devil's table

I carry the weight of it all

And I'll drown with it

Crown of bones

Indistinguishable

Now succumb

Lest the reaper comes

Fear is a prison that floods with doubt

As the waters rise accept there will be no doubt

But we all drown in our coffins, anchors down

Inhale mistakes and breathe out the shame

Close your eyes as the blood begins to drain

I am fortune's fool, the bitter fruit from the devil's table

Thirst the seclusion

I feel the silence like a warmth

Entombed I'll lay with thorns on my grave

Face to the hardened stone

Lie still lest the reaper comes

Face to the hardened stone

Pluck out the decay from the tree to remove its disease

[Solo]

I am an open book

Yet the pages are blank

Held at arms length

This is as close as you'll ever get

I am an open book

Yet the pages are blank

Try as you might to evoke

You will never know