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They call this pain

They call this, this the end,
And this pain, pain I can't forget
They call this, this the end
And this pain, this pain I won't forgive

Look in the mirror,
And all I see,
Is all the hell
That I need
 To push you forward
    Down on your knees
 Your death will bring,
     Bring me no regret!

All the dreams,
All the dreams I let myself forget
Now boil forth,
And fill me with reject--------- tion

Death is coming,
He knows my stench
With your blood,
He'll give me another breath

Is this the end, the end I should regret
Or just another to push forward again,
Into the blade, with their throat,
Their life just now a joke,
   Swallowed whole into the belly
   Of the devil your life unfolds

They call this, this the end
And the pain I can't forget
They call this pain and now it's spent
Your soul I can't forgive

Push you forward,
With no regret,
As your blood runs
Down my hand

Push you forward
Without regret

This is the end
The end of my reject-----------tion
Written by anthonyeastman (Damon Orion)
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