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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.

[chorus]

play it back until the voice becomes just a sound,
planishing your 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.

[chorus]

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.