The end begins I can't escape as it pulls me further into anesthesia Tear down my sense of conviction Corrupt my soul The end begins In my eyes In my heart I have laid upon a deadman's bed, only to fall into a trap of lies and seduction that rivals the greatest sense of love Play it back until the voice becomes just a sound Penetrate my mind with all these images of you I have given up an angel's kiss Only to break apart your path of trust and burn myself down Struggle to the end; I scare myself I'd give it all to have it back I could have had it all in front of you all by myself Love in my eyes, lust in my heart I made it all up Lies, deceit empowers me, so it ends
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