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I was born DEAD

Into the trail of an eye

I was the spire

The tribe has made up their mind,

Crush all desire

I was born for this

I was born DEAD.

Blind torches in the night

Wildfire in the heart of life

Cut pieces in the offered hands

Touch your tongue with mine

You wanted to feel the shrine

The mausoleum of the meaning of life,

I’ve never felt guilty for what I’ve done.

No repentance for the child of the knife,

And it takes what it takes

And it gives what it gives; Black light

Black Light

And all the hate in disappear for all is lost in the shore

The only thing that felt real was the hands ‘round my throat

The mausoleum of the meaning of life,

I’ve never felt guilty for what I’ve done.

No repentance for the child of the knife,

And it takes what it takes

And it gives what it gives;

BORN DEAD