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I sit upon
An ornamented throne
In front of those
Who celebrate I'm gone
My eyes of glass
Witness the twisted mass
They dance in joy
I'm ignorance's toy

Pure child
Immaculate
Cold, white
And innocent
I give release
From life in pain
I am idol
I am their hope
I'm dead

Fanatic
Ecstatic
Obsessed
Blessed with death

Stench of mortality
My body rots away
They boil my flesh
Prolonged decay
Extending this insanity

Fanatic
Ecstatic
Obsessed
Blessed with death
I sit upon   An ornamented throne   In front of those   Who celebrate I'm gone   My eyes of glass   Witness the twisted mass   They dance in joy   I'm ignorance's toy      Pure child   Immaculate   Cold, white   And innocent   I give release   From life in pain   I am idol   I am their hope   I'm dead      Fanatic   Ecstatic   Obsessed   Blessed with death      Stench of mortality   My body rots away   They boil my flesh   Prolonged decay   Extending this insanity      Fanatic   Ecstatic   Obsessed   Blessed with death