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So tell me your secrets, give me a reason, to oο¬er up my life, and begin the sacrifice
Should the things I pray be locked away inside (feels like a prison)
The duality of a man who's lost his light (looking for redemption)
I've thrown away every part of me for an empty cure
I can feel tearing at my skin, waiting for the dark to take me in
As long as there exist a group of individuals who possess the idea that they are morally and ethically superior to others that gives them the right to have the authority over others man will never know peace