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Unleash
They made me an outcast, they marked me obsolete.
only a shadow and lies left surrounding me.
this is not my home, I will have no peace.
I have been cast out, I am marked deceased
I am lost, I know nothing else,
my place of peace now the coldest hell.
these haunted halls in which I have bled,
once kept me whole now hold another death.
I feel their eyes drag over me
my thoughts race, it's crippling
I breathe, I know where I stand
I can count my friends on one fucking hand
Knives in their hands, beat me to my knees.
feast on my corpse, mindless and weak.
poison the air with the words that they speak.
I choke their filth, I can't fucking breathe
corrupted, infected, take the shape of something real
soulless and crooked, they burn and they steal
pushing through thorns and the blade of their kind
a curse and a crutch, a shallow grave that is mine
only a shadow and lies left surrounding me.
this is not my home, I will have no peace.
I have been cast out, I am marked deceased
I am lost, I know nothing else,
my place of peace now the coldest hell.
these haunted halls in which I have bled,
once kept me whole now hold another death.
I feel their eyes drag over me
my thoughts race, it's crippling
I breathe, I know where I stand
I can count my friends on one fucking hand
Knives in their hands, beat me to my knees.
feast on my corpse, mindless and weak.
poison the air with the words that they speak.
I choke their filth, I can't fucking breathe
corrupted, infected, take the shape of something real
soulless and crooked, they burn and they steal
pushing through thorns and the blade of their kind
a curse and a crutch, a shallow grave that is mine
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