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One, apathy, pain that I am, and I am nothing Two, disruption, there goes a great shudder within my soul A shimmering of bells through the mist Three, curiosity, one quick moment to crane the neck I have always possessed the insatiable need to see what happens inside the room Four, assimilation, low wellspring of knowledge A feeling of sensation, beauty overwhelming I would dislocate my jaw to fit it all in Five, aggrandization, the pull, yes, the pull Send down your call to suffocation and let me in Six, delineation, I want to know what God knows, and I will be with Him Sent over thе edge, I sigh, flush against the vеil, I sing Seven, perversion, it is no good baring false witness They won’t say it but I am what I am, but we are not the same It is no good speaking of fairness, the fools’ errand Eight, resentment, are these fools to be proud of Let me tell you how much I’ve come to hate you since I became to live Hate, hate Nine, separation, I was an angel, though plummeting, the stars are beams shining through the wheel I am that sure Hell must be cold Ten, degradation, nature chews on me Eleven, annihilation, this agony, such is the consequence of the great audience I will claw myself to the great dark and we will not speak of this place again Twelve, desolation, there in lies sacred geometry of onanism, an ouroboros of punishment I am what I was as I no longer am, for I am nothing I From Letras Mania