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i am who
my mirrored visage looks false
a foreign image to my eyes
the soul behind the eyes cowers
and the life within me sighs...
my foosteps trace a strange path
this road i travel seems long
i can't remember why i'm here now
and neither my heart's old song
and...
i ask myself
where we are
who...
were we before we came to this
my...
question now,
I am who?
will the heavens rain an answer?
will my cry fall on deaf ears?
I am weary from my travel
as I labour through these years
my innocence forgotten
lost thru unnatural death
my eyes burn with sin wrought tears
to which, to which evil gave birth...
and...
i ask myself
where we are
who were we before
we came to this
my...
question now
I am who?
I am who?
fucking bastards, i know you can hear me...
