[Music: Storesund, Lyrics: Storesund] I can help you I've helped you to your grave Because I need to To redeem myself though I've never made no difference at all Please, take this for my guilt Thoug

I can help you
I've helped you to your grave
Because I need to
To redeem myself though I've never made no difference at all

Please, take this for my guilt
Though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of death
I will pay you for my guilt

Now look
Can you

Fall into broken sleep and,
You feel mislead
Get it off your chest
Scrape it off your hands
What is this illusion?
Is the only thing that's...

It suits your life
It shapes your lie
You morph to fit
To please the eye

Let me hide within you,
Or eat y

Deeds and actions, beyond explanation
In line, naked and cold
Strapped down violently, enter damnation
Ethnic cleansing unfold

In the distance, the gate opens wide
Call forth the horror to come
Genocide with a sick wayward pride
Heartless, warp-minded scum

Spe

Got a taste for self - torture?
To re-enact the things gone by?
Reassess yourself, just to see yourself differently
You've gone to great lengths just to mend your ways

Got a thing for self loathing?
To orchestrate a new lament?
Brick by brick. You swelled
Saw all ot

A single blow won't take it away
Gets tough and harder
Still, that's the enemy
One wish wasn't all, it never was
He shifts from paste, to solid,
And ponders the choices
He never got to make

Straight away
Pointed line
Mould and brake
Animate

You won

Indeed, the more I give,
The more I want back
In truth I have nothing
(Don't try to shut this out)
My God. Truly I wither
(Dissolve)
This circle of ashes

Sleep
Let me sleep when I'm dead
My ruin in the end
My circus. My stigma
(This seed is sown now

Block the menace, the downpour,
The jibber, the ache...
Let the crust blister. It's for you to taste
To immoral for you to digest but,
Did you ever step over the line?

Get up!
Take that second step
What you were is over,
Now it extends
Explode anew bury the

She is the self proclaimed new heroine
She is the martyr off all things serene
No human vice
No earthly possessions
She was bred out of your own misconceptions
She was there when your world turned to shit
She was gone when you made up for it
White on black, the perfec

I hate with what is left of me
Too blind to reason
Too dumb to know
I don't care....
I probed your fucking head there was nothing there
But I hope to God that when I step back,
I will see I was wrong, tough I know that I'm not

Hard on the outside, ripe within
Bu

And their feet trod through the ash
White hands blistering
There was nothing here
Only what they had delivered
No light split the horizon
Nothing beyond the veil
Only this blighted earth
(And the sound of dust over bone)

White pain
It's over. End it
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