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    Why can't I feel the life that I breathe?
    Why am I so consumed?
    Despair the face of every strain my thoughts are weak and torn

    Reap what you have sewn
    The flame that burns my heart is blown

    I wear a face that hides my pain amidst my world of anger
    How much longer can I remain, behind this mask of the damned
    As I walk along this bacchanal of sin
    It allows the darkness of my soul to fester within

    Reap what you have sewn
    My faith in life is gone

    This world prepares a feverfeast that feeds the beast
    Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds
    My world prepares a feverveast that feeds the beast
    Spoken by the wayward souls, their forgotten words

    I bide my time awaiting one final chance to reflect on the past
    Of this disease I call my life

    As I walk along this bacchanal of sin
    It allows the darkness of my soul to fester within

    Reap what you have sewn, my faith in life is gone

    This world prepares a feverfeast that feeds the beast
    Governed by the wayward souls of forgotten worlds
    My world prepares a feverveast that feeds the beast
    Spoken by the wayward souls, their forgotten words.

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