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Hell Inside
Fleeting sight of mine leaves me blind
Open hands demand payment I can't find
Armored savant of death in sight
Honored in bloody raiment of lies
Living in holy cup of lust I've come to trust
Lost in the black ink I write
Horned demons evoke me
Peons of the gospel stoke my flames
I am lead to the land of the dead
Where all my monsters lay untamed
Can you hear my pity screams?
This hell is what you deem
This is all it seems
Broken nails scratch the walls
Holes hold the way out
Grooves drenched in blood
Trails to be found
My ruined body lays on the ground
Free of the disease
Trapped in my hell inside
Open hands demand payment I can't find
Armored savant of death in sight
Honored in bloody raiment of lies
Living in holy cup of lust I've come to trust
Lost in the black ink I write
Horned demons evoke me
Peons of the gospel stoke my flames
I am lead to the land of the dead
Where all my monsters lay untamed
Can you hear my pity screams?
This hell is what you deem
This is all it seems
Broken nails scratch the walls
Holes hold the way out
Grooves drenched in blood
Trails to be found
My ruined body lays on the ground
Free of the disease
Trapped in my hell inside
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