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These blisters, I peel them back

And watch the blood, rebuild a scab

Monu-mental, I drive it in

Hauntings of you etched in my skin

Ease the pain, and drag the blade

Your foe reflects, and bears your name

Wounds open, thoughts get clearer

Your enemy, staring back inside the mirror

Deliver me

Your majesty

Redeem these scars

Tribulation

Fearless, I'll taste the rage

And wash it back with the blast of a twelve-gauge

Assertion, desertion

Has torn me from the page.