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WRETCHED WILL, HOST OF PLEASURE SURREAL
CLOSED THE ROOM WHERE THE LAST IS BURIED
RISE OR FALL AT YOUR MASTER'S REQUEST
YOU'RE UNABLE TO ACCEPT REDEMPTION
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT A TRUE BELIEF HERE
WITH THE 'LOST' IT'S THE SAME AS ALWAYS
ALL I WANT IS THE SAME, A TRUE BELIEF
YOU CAN'T WAIT TO BECOME A MEMORY
WITH THE 'WEAK' IT'S THE SAME AS ALWAYS
STAND CONFUSED LACK OF COMPREHENSION,
RE-AROUSED BY A THOUGHT OF MADNESS
AND I KNOW THAT THE TRUTH IS ALWAYS RIGHT
BUT IT'S TIME TO SEARCH FOR LIES
YOU'RE THE ONLY I TRY TO SAVE
BUT THE BLOOD SPILLS FROM YOUR VEINS
CALL COUNTING TIME TILL THE END
DEATH'S WICKED SMILE NEVER FAILS
THE CURSE IS CAST, YOU'VE LOST THE PAST
FOREVERMORE, A CANDLE BURNS HERE NO MORE
I DON'T KNOW ABOUT A CENTURY LIFE
WHEN THE LOVE OF GENERATIONS DIE
I CAN SEE NO GOOD IN TAKING YOUR OWN LIFE
WHEN ANY MOMENT DEATH CALLS...
ALL I WANT IS THE SAME, A TRUE BELIEF