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I am an artist in a tortured shell
A tortured soul, a living hell
But I’m so cold it suits me well
A place where only I can dwell
The burning flesh I love the smell
Another loss lets ring the bell
Another day a soul to sell
Another masked story to tell
But like I said I love the place
If I had another life it’d be a waste
Everything is black besides my face
But ill rise to my state of grace
No one can keep up with my pace
So I’ll slow it down it’s not a race
But if I could I’d leave you here
Just like Van Gogh I’ll taint an ear
Like Edgar Allan Poe my dear
I’ll face the darkness without fear
I’ll curse the world but hold you near
A wicked smile an evil sneer
My clockwork may be missing a gear
But like I said I love it here
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