He don't feel it When he bleeds He still wants to But just sees
What flows from his arms It's left for me
And his problems They're not his And my problems They're not his
No solace No needs
But what was once intact An internal shield Set to deflect His darkened deals Has now become A flooding gate
To intake Void's embrace Chaos plagues Impulse praise
He wants cold and He wants pain
In the eyes of his father He is a martyr In the mind of his mother He is a struggle
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