Pull the blade and kill the wraith,
Separate your lies from faith,
Take me from this haunted place,
It's time you've set me free.

Bow your head and close your eyes,
Look inside and realize,
Tell the truth before it dies,
Hatred follows glee.

Chew me up and spit me out,
Yearn for the one you've been without,
Remember the days we talked about,
You'll be the death of me.
 
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