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I am the circus of pain, in the undertow...
sinking on the tree of woe...
the engines rev, teeth and eyes
and hue of silver... ignitie fires,

my fingers to the bone
A breathing water shall crucify my soul,
(why don't you me in....)

I'm in the wasteland of your councious sigh...
tasting my for the last time
In the hour,
all has come to you by...
in silent for mercy...

I the verdict as it lay down hard...
I it well, (and it's coming)
The dive, ignite,
a of this love's discord,
in lines in deep,
and everything I is this cold...

I pull the eyes the living bird,
to let this roll down,
all for the and the seething (never know)....
breathing water shall then crucify my soul,

why you take it back...
I'm tasting this heart my life for the time...
Circus of hate...
swimming in undertow...
helpless on the tree of woe...
and I'm tasting...
and I'm tasting...
and I'm this heart
for the time...