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I'll taste the last drop of rain, I'll shed the last tear of pain
I'll free myself from the reflection on my last day
I leave you all this dying earth, there'll be no grounds for a rebirth
I don't expect no one to cry on my last day

The spiral tightens every second I'm alive
The coils are too close for comfort
I cannot wash the dirt from under my nails
There's a constant itch behind my eyes

There is no honor left
This code of conduct has no grace
There is no honor left
The dreadful stare of my own face

My Own Face

The principalities we live in have no place
For a worthless piece of rotting meat
The pillars of the palace reek of tainted milk
I can't stand the smell of moldering

There is no honor left
This code of conduct has no grace
There is no honor left
The dreadful stare of my own face

Forget my name and throw my body to the pigs
There will be no funeral on my last… Day.

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