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with these hands of poison, I curroded silver linings
with this broken solace, I eradicated my best findings
cursed to destroy
plagued by existance
doomed to never fall
trapped in my persistance
(Chorus)
head held high in vain
forcing this lying smile
trying desperately to lift this stain
so crimson and black upon my soul

Sinister and vile
I'm a regret to mother creation
with every dream i defile
in my wake I reek of annihalation
vexed by mortality
haunted by subconscious
set to never fail
in spite of all my losses

head held high in vain
forcing this lying smile
trying desperately to lift this stain
so crimson and black upon my soul...