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I see the world taking its toll on our hearts
Pushing our souls to the brink of submission
Trying to kill what we are
Constant diatribes from afar
They're trying to rip us apart
And create our own separate prisons

So come with me, set everything free
And forget the moribund
Release the lie you clutch so tight
Set yourself undone
Lie on my bed of razors
And let's bleed the poisons together
As our song remains unsung

Our dreams have been shattered
Like neglected porcelain dolls
And our tears has run a river so deep
The world has taken on a glorious pall

So let the pain run down your wrist
Embrace the sting of the razor's kiss
Vermilion hues convert the tub of tears
Into a disillusioned state of bliss
I'm sorry we've been forced to this
But my final promise, my final gift
Is an eternity beyond years
Where all of life stands bereft

So let's begin our Aeons
The nothingness awaits
It's not perfect, though nothing is
But now it's already too late

I can feel the peaceful oblivion coming
Solace washing over me
Everything is numb, cold, we're finally succumbing
Back to the state of being free...

...free for all eternity
On this, our bed of razors