In pure ghost white,
I see what was mine
Drowned in jet black
That haunts your shadows
Endless night begins,
Fhis forked road now bends
A forked tongue appears
To lead us astray
All this that I have
Is all that you are
Cutting for love
A new trophy scar
Just not worth the tears
And the penance
Just not worth the blood
That we both pour
I want to live
Without the guilt we give
I want to die
Without this pain
I want to live
Without the guilt we give
I want to die
Without this pain
I want to live
Without the guilt we give
I want to die
Without this pain
Without your name
Without your name
Born to burn with hell to pay
Born to burn, we will someday
Born to burn with hell to pay
Born to burn, we will someday
Born, born to burn
With hell, with hell to pay
Born, born to burn
We will, we will someday
I want to live
Without the guilt we give
I want to die
Without this pain
I want to live
Without the guilt we give
I want to die
Without your name
I want to live
Without the guilt we give
I want to die
Without this pain
I want to live
Without the guilt we give
I want to die
Without your name
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