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Return to the point of no return
You can't clean the slate you can't wash away the dirt
Now my patience is fleeting
I can't escape the feeling
Brain waves
Like a vortex in your mind
Absolutely
Your time
Is coming it's coming it's coming
I'm going to be there to see
The death of your desires
As your life expires
To the guillotine
