Seven and seven to six and six many of me I shall cast away
Bleed my mind out of my hands and cast my weary soul away from you
Consistently hearing the spectral thought
Bound by aura and bound by thought
Like nails to hands of forgotten souls
I am forevermore lost in the inferior land of constant

No more shall we and no more will I
Ever again touch hands
With the voice of treason
And the eyes of an angel guide me to suffering
False god and false world has left me emptied of life
No more will you meet your damn maker

Emptied of life
Emptied, used and destroyed

No your fucking worth when you speak in the same breath as me
Your life born in the flesh of red moonlight
My tomb bathed in fluorescence of the red moon

No more shall we and no more will I
Ever again touch hands
With the voice of treason
And the eyes of an angel guide me to suffering
False god and false world has left me emptied of life
No more will you meet your damn maker

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