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Pure as the unborn son
Pure as the maid
Should be ceased to breathe again
Never look away from those with nothing to spare

But I do and I don't want to care anymore
If I close my eyes, would it spare me the sight?
Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction
And everything that will doom us all

Chaos may be thy name, you left us for anything
Trust never been so misplaced as in your arms that day
Those that you gave away to those who could ease your mind
We were nothing but a waste of your time and space

But I do and I don't want to care anymore
If I close my eyes, would it spare me the sight?
Of decay, corruption, how we nurture destruction
And everything that will doom us all

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