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May 2010
i can't see a thing
suffocated by the darkness
i taste the oil of your gun
you thrive on my fear
i always gave you what you wanted
my eyes tell you to shoot
but you'll never give me what i want.

incapable of anything
undeniably defeated
sweet sorrow comforts my weary head
it is all i know
i deserve this
it is my destiny
my design.

you hold 15 messengers of mercy
but deny me all
never again shall i see your beautiful eyes
sewn shut by lies

when will it end
my broken knees forced to kneel
i hear the hammer
this is the best thing you have ever done for me
finally i will get what i want
i have never felt so alive
in my end.
Written by
Paul Jackson
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