In pure ghost white i see what was mine drowned in jet black that haunts your shadows endless night begins this forked road now bends a forked tongue appears to lead us astray all this that i have is all that you are cutting for love a new trophy scar just not worth the tears and the penance not worth the blood that we both pour i want to live without the guilt we give i want to die without this pain i want to live without the guilt we give i want to die without your name without this pain born to burn with hell to pay born to burn we will someday
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