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Yes I remember this place
I think I've been here before
I don't remember how
I don't remember what for
I just know it seems quite familiar

Yes I believe in suffering
I think I may have felt it
I believe it felt like hell
I believe it was all for naught
And I want to forget every word

Takes awhile to get on with things
While your broken mind tries to think
Want to cry to the farthest place
That a lifetime could not erase

The pain the blood the horror
The cold the want the slaughter
I am tormented by a ghostless past
I am beaten down till my very last
Breath
Till I draw my last breath

Yes I saw them in the mirror
(I) remember I felt a rush
I saw the shattered dreams
Saw him smile, her laugh, the trust
It's so hard to let go of those thoughts

Oh yes I feel the truth behind it
Others fall I try to stand
Feel black angels back there
The caress of the gold hand
I do what I can with my face in the dirt

Takes awhile to get on with things
As you try to mend your crippled wings
Want to scream to the farthest place
I cannot change my crying face

Full of pain of blood of horror
Of cold of want of slaughter
I am tormanted by my ghostless past
I am beaten down to my very last
Breath
To my last breath

Until you see me breathless
Covered with gothyk delight
Until you take my pencil
From my fiery light
Until you rip my heart out
Still beating in your hand
Until you possess my thoughts
And dust off the silky sand
You won't see the blackness
You can't see the blackness

You can't see the pain the blood the horror
The cold the want the slaughter
As I lie tormented by a ghostless past
So beaten as I draw my very last
Breath
Feel the pain the blood the horror
The cold the want the slaughter
I'm dying in a ghostless past
I'm beaten down to my helpless
Breath
Painful breath
Bloodied breath
Horrible breath
Freezing breath
Naked breath
Dying breath
My last breath
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