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You have strangled my spirit
You have seared my soul
What you have done
Is tangible so cold

The brutality you delivered
To the essence of me
Itís a beacon for all to see

The promises broken
By words not said
House the torture
Of the living dead

From the beginning
You played your part
With love as your weapon
Trust poison darts

I believed in the magic
That lived in me
Now the magic is
Tainted rotten unclean

The soul on its deathbed
Is weeping alone
The spirit is angry
It sings no love song

Here in this body
Where the torture dwells
Lives the lies you fed me
Born in this hell

There is no struggle
No will to survive
The body want give up
It tortures the mind

Feeds on the misery
Lives on the pain
From the words
I love you
Slowly going insane

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