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The First Born
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The First Born
The First Forgotten
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You tricked me once and tricked me twice
There will not be a next ime
For I shall take your life.
You used to pull the strings
Played with me, made me dance to your tune
Now I want to see
If you can also dance to my tune
But with severed nerves
I shall lead you, fear not
My hatred is now gone,
Forwhy I realize we are the same
You and I, suffer from the same illness:
You seek freedom, as I also do,
No point denying it
Behind your mask of empty words
I spy fear and disgust
You claim to be tired
Tell me that the situation made you wary
You want to forget and to undo what cannot be undone
I offer you my aid, come, there is a way...
You yet lack what it takes to be set really free
Come with me and I shall show you how to get there
to the other side of this dark and cruel hall
But be aware, this is an one way ticked trip, but who cares?
For when you meet me there you shall see
See that what lies here and hinder your forwarding to a more blessed realm
With its strings righteously cut and heart full of joy, there will be no regrets
Only the one to not have done that sooner.
Enough. I feel confused but I still know what must be done
Are you still with me?
I must call her now, my old friend
She is nice, if you know how to amend to your side of the road
She ought be our guide, mine and yours
Quick now, shall we go?
I must keep my word and lead you, look
The first steps are fast, look
Will open a few holes on our cage of flesh, look
Dig deep, dig fast, don't stop until senses fails and head goes numb, look
From which you can see the inside of you, look how I really am, look
Ugly as the outside, but to be ether this shall not matter, for both of us
What you may come to feel now, may cloud your thinking,
may make you doubt me, perhaps to think
I wish to make you miserable, that I mislead you to a trap.
That I did not. For, to you, I do not lie.
The woe, my dear, lies in our hearts, on this husk
The very same which we have no use anymore, none of them and none from here
Don't think bad of me, please
For I only want to set you free.
Close your eyes and follow me...