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Hollow DevotionIn the 1569 eyes that I see through The real intention comes alive So hopelessly lost in hopes all of you I wish you all could see what I see This world is empty as empathy With eyes like poisoned snakes I burn at the core of redemption Like sick animals I'll put you to sleep And see that this world is nothing Incineration as healing A wound of ecstasy The hand that caresses By death I give life To enjoy everything enjoy nothing To know everything know nothing To own everything own nothing To be everything be nothing I Am the Breath of Go |