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With riddels, twists and foolish lies,

fear, tears and weak deminse.

Craddled high in selfish sins,

above the sky, beyond the soul.



Shallow whispers of a childs teary eye,

master awaits the soul finally dies.

Steal my heart,

steal my soul.



Steal my freedom,

my entire life.

Sinners lies, takes your life,

was he wrong? was he right?



He killed me once long ago,

theres not telling what he may do.

I killed myself,

my selfish demise.



Finish me before I wake,

you may not get a second chance.

To hold my life under your skin,

to know it was a sin.



The sin of all sinners,

the hell on this earth.

The voice spoken from deep within,

the child that never was.