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Look down at the body | You may see no trace of wounds | In the eye, the eye of the beholder
Look down at the body You may see no trace of wounds In the eye, the eye of the beholder One cannot, assume Not a drop of blood is drawn But you know how it bleeds Beware of the sharp edged weapon Called human being It is a shield of passion And strong will From this I am the victor Instead of the kill I will not feed your hunger instead I bite the pain Looking not back but forward I bite down Try to cover up the trail of deceit And daggers spawned from your soul Acid the tears of remorse flow in vain Too late for regrets Save it for the next ill fated game It is a shield of passion And strong will From this I am the victor Instead of the kill I will not feed your hunger instead I bite the pain Looking not back but forward I bite down
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