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Racing through my heart
The arrow’s shaft goes straight through
It’s not love; it’s not that type of emotion

Pain inside builds to its climax
Why let the world win and end it all
Why let it have the pleasure of laughing at the end

The world is falling off its axis
As is my sanity and grip on life
Madness’s seduction is pulling me in

I grip the bottle in one hand, the bible in the other
It’s never worked before; but I wonder if
If only It could prove it’s being

That’s why I left; It’s lies dripped through my soul
Theres an empty space in It’s bed now
A warmness resides in the heart of the Morrigan

My soul can be free
I control the direction of the arrow
I own these thoughts that were once mine

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