Oh, the twisted web we weave,
how we lie, how we deceive,
how we hurt, with constant grin,
how we smother, good within,
Oh, how we love to see the tears,
how we love to taunt the fears,
how we can't resist the pain,
how we love to see souls slain.
Oh, the darkness in our mind,
the place of death, we always find,
the happiness we push away,
Oh, the blood where we now lay.
Oh so angry, so annoyed,
Oh the never-ending void,
We too soon will be consumed,
and underground will be entombed
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