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    Oh, little figures that toil under weather and sun
    Your backbreaking labor is earning you nothing but hopes undone
    Here nothing is sacred; what pride there is left will not hold
    The price of your failure is shown in the trinkets that weigh
    you down

    I'm swimming in obscenity that gives me not one second's peace
    Mirror all my faults and flaws, crack jokes at all that I'm made
    of
    Weeping in our restless sleep, we're dreaming of lucidity and
    peace

    All good withers and dies
    We seized it all, only to let go
    The empty winners drowning in the flow
    We are all forlorn

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    Riddle is solving itself as I kneel and devour
    The strength of the terror will never relieve you of crawling on
    Small voices are prying at secrets I don't want to share
    Pathetic and sweet, all remorse is cut off with the leech that
    bleeds me

    All good withers and dies in our hands
    We seized it all, only to let go
    The empty sinners drowning in the flow

    I'm swimming in obscenity that gives me not one second's peace
    Mirror all my faults and flaws, crack jokes at all that I'm made
    of
    The silent heartstone at my feet: we're gagged and bound and
    incomplete
    Nothing holds in what we are, our filth and greed has come too
    far
    The great deceit, the greater made by truth well hid in words
    and shades
    Ten letters on my stony bed to witness every mouthful fed
    'Cause I am the one who will rip you apart

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    Composición: Madder Mortem y Agnete

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