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The soul seeks its art in places unknown
You search for the pain in the hopeless fit of darkness that unfolds
So I'll take my pride,
drown it in the red moonlight,
and go back to the sea
Where emptiness will speak to me
Though I know your heart,
and its darkest parts,
in your misery,
you are just like me
Impaled in awe,
bleeding on the horns of loss
all will in vain,
bleeding on the horns of shame
The soul gathers rust (completly alone),
exposed in the hatred she trusts (hatred that she loves)
your suffering's real
it's as real as you want it to feel
So then, take this life
thrust it to a bloody knife
and go down to the grave
That is where the weak will lay
Though I know your heart,
and its darkest parts
in your misery,
you are quite like me
Impaled in awe,
bleeding on the horns of loss
All will in vain,
bleeding on the horns of shame
So I know your heart,
and its darkest parts
in your misery,
you are quite like me
Bleeding on the horns of shame
solace is a distant gaze
you will know your suffering's name
bleeding on the horns of shame
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