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I have received the last gift and dematerialise.
Stillborn beneath night's shroud on faraway roads.
I've wondered what it's like, across the nothing chasm,
Teaming with those winged shades... and I still wonder.

This armature keeping me in life. Paid for with death.
And I know you like the lancinated map of your hate up my spine.

Offerings delivered - cold, eyeless and clean.
Roadblocks won't stop something that can't be stopped.
A blank spot hidden in circadian rhythms.
Corporeal form regained through ritual cesation.
Impacting turmoil flows.
My way's the highway.

I've come a long way to find you, my time is just about over.
Climbing my way back with each kill, I'm the thing you've borne.

Out beneath the gloaming firmament,
when the air cools and the dry grass sways.
The wind, the wind will cry to you of lonely death
This is not about the cars now let me show you.

Climbing my way back with each kill, my time is just about over.
Twisted automotive inferno. I'm the choice you made for yourself.
Car gone, eyes gone, corpse intact.
This armature keeping me in life. Paid for with death.

I'm not the real ghoul here, when you're gone we'll be free.
When you're gone we'll be free.
No-one belongs to you.
Tell the road you disagree.
Climbing my way back with each kill.

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