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Ad Mortem - The Famine
To stop
A setting sun
Whose time has come
On the day of a lifetime
A crime
You didn't try
To emphasize
The struggle to get there
Face it this is a war that you are losing
A scarlet letter etched upon your trembling chest
So scratch your skin to feel alive
An amateur surgery
Don't pluck the splinter from your eye
The joys of life are gory
There is a special place in hell for people like you
A life
Immortalized
By serpent eyes
And a beautiful forked tongue
To beg
For some restraint
It sounds the same
As the day that we first met
Face it this is a war that you are losing
A scarlet letter etched upon your trembling chest
So scratch your skin to feel alive
An amateur surgery
Don't pluck the splinter from your eye
The joys of life are gory
Bend back the finger until it snaps
To splintered bone and crushed veins
Scream out until both lungs collapse
All hail the dark new campaign
So now
Drown it out in holy water
Vicodin and dollar bills
Your dirty hands
Can thread the needle through your skin
But they can't wash away your guilt
There is a special place in hell for people like you
