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Brainwashed Remembrance
It's alright to be afraid of me.
I'm truly something to fear.
It's okay that you feel that way.
Just because I am here.
You don't have to apologize.
That you are terrified.
It makes sense to me for you to cry.
Moments before you die.
Assassin, killer, more they say.
Sully my name if you will.
But no one will say, as I take your name.
And move in for the kill.
Brainwashed, remembrance.
Forgetting horrible events.
My friends that I've lost.
Enemies I have crossed.
Brainwashed, remembrance.
Dignified elegance.
Unknowing friends I slayed.
And I just clean my blade.
Is my destiny this horror.
This display of bloody war.
We serve the Incubator.
Like dirty little whores.
You hear me, the bell tolls.
You know that death is soon.
In darkness I approach you.
And paint you in maroon.
It's evil, I know this.
And I will pay for my sins.
But before I go to hell.
I send you to heaven.
Brainwashed, remembrance.
Forgetting horrible events.
My friends that I've lost.
Enemies I have crossed.
Brainwashed, remembrance.
Dignified elegance.
Unknowing friends I slayed.
And I just clean my blade.
There are many kind of heroes.
Or so I have been told.
This blood has not been sanctified.
We have all lost our hold.
Brainwashed, remembrance.
Forgetting horrible events.
My friends that I've lost.
Enemies I have crossed.
Brainwashed, remembrance.
Dignified elegance.
Unknowing friends I slayed.
And I just clean my blade.
I'm truly something to fear.
It's okay that you feel that way.
Just because I am here.
You don't have to apologize.
That you are terrified.
It makes sense to me for you to cry.
Moments before you die.
Assassin, killer, more they say.
Sully my name if you will.
But no one will say, as I take your name.
And move in for the kill.
Brainwashed, remembrance.
Forgetting horrible events.
My friends that I've lost.
Enemies I have crossed.
Brainwashed, remembrance.
Dignified elegance.
Unknowing friends I slayed.
And I just clean my blade.
Is my destiny this horror.
This display of bloody war.
We serve the Incubator.
Like dirty little whores.
You hear me, the bell tolls.
You know that death is soon.
In darkness I approach you.
And paint you in maroon.
It's evil, I know this.
And I will pay for my sins.
But before I go to hell.
I send you to heaven.
Brainwashed, remembrance.
Forgetting horrible events.
My friends that I've lost.
Enemies I have crossed.
Brainwashed, remembrance.
Dignified elegance.
Unknowing friends I slayed.
And I just clean my blade.
There are many kind of heroes.
Or so I have been told.
This blood has not been sanctified.
We have all lost our hold.
Brainwashed, remembrance.
Forgetting horrible events.
My friends that I've lost.
Enemies I have crossed.
Brainwashed, remembrance.
Dignified elegance.
Unknowing friends I slayed.
And I just clean my blade.
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