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Lyricist: Epica
Lyrics:
The culprit, you act before thinking
Ignorance made your desperate sin
You thought it was not going to happen to you
Deprived of my own innocence, denied
The infinity of recurring torment
Your comeuppance
See, do you hear the torture inside?
Devouring what was left of my pride
You thought it was not going to happen to you
Deprived of my own innocence, denied
The infinity of recurring torment
Your comeuppance
Dwelling in a mind, mixed up and
Your regret has spread over the sea
Deprived of my own innocence, denied
The infinity of recurring torment
Your comeuppance
Dwelling in a mind, mixed up and
Your regret has spread over the sea
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