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Sick Of Will

can't ever win against my sin

i find i'm made of dust again

look away from evil desplays

shadows on your walls come from my eyes

if i could only be, if i could only be your master

you'll torture me until the die i die to you

if i could only learn to ignore myself and let you burn away,

save myself from your decay

leave me every time i'm up you come to hold me down, hold me

i see i've got nothing left to show you now show you

want to decide to commit willicide

i chew the chains i wrapped again

in my dream see what i've seen

the sun will dry you up and burn the dead away

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