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Psyclon 9 - The Purging (A Revelation Of Pain)
| This life will see the feathers fall, and wont we all? (so graceful) While our dreams descend these begging hands still cry of wanting of needing The blackened nails drove deep within still have us bound To a tribulating ever waiting no way out save the blood on my hands Deceiver, receiver One day I'll be just what you said I could never be These eyes has seen the bad ones | |
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