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Hope you’re doing well in your own hell
Sitting across from you and coming down again
I hear you say goodbye as you walk into the woods
I know the dogs will find you and they’ll lick your bones all clean
Invoking silent screams as their teeth hit your flesh
Passively devoured for redemption lies in death
I’ll go out later and find your lifeless form
Put it on the altar and practice rituals

King of hell in everyone
In the places I go and the things that I see
Emotionless, I breathe your air and learn to trust nothing

Forgive me for nothing
Forget me, I’m nothing
Forgive me for nothing
Forget me, I’m nothing