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The Realm of Flesh

I’ve hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focused on the pain The only thing that is real The needle tears a hole The old familiar sting Try to kill it all away But I remembered everything What have I become my sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away in the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear a crown of thorns upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappeared You are someone else I am still right here What have I become my sweetest friend Everyone goes away in the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt If I could start again a million miles away I will keep myself I would find a way

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