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Reflection shows a stranger's face
Moving shadows frame twisted place
Distortions, contortions
Devils
Guided hand
I act of devils
The small hours greet a cold cruelty
A candle burns decayed beauty
Distortions, contortions
Devils
Guided hand
I act of devils
Ghosts screaming, warped dreaming
Devils
I cry out, try leave my devils
My hand holds over what I've done
These actions I have now become
The awful truth rises inside
That what I claim to be has died
