I gave my
speech, I took my stand
draw my marks into the sand
and waited for the tide to wash away my faults
with violence I purify, with rusty nails I crucify
the other one behind the broken mirror on the wall
I take a step towards death, each time little dreamer dies inside
I take a step towards death, each time little dreamer cries inside
the purgatory burns inside, I perish at the stake for crimes
of other one behind the broken mirror on the wall
disgrace me and break me
burn my wings and re-arrange me
still bleeding and feeding
with blood the angels of decay
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