Penta

Pointing downwards towards the stars
 With a rythm unnatural
 A union lost to the gun
 The three in me, the two in you
 To the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony
 Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury
 I'm sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner
 Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular, so
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 Pain, should not, should not be wasted
 Pain, should not, should not be wasted
 Pain, should not, should not be wasted
 Pain, should not, should not be wasted
 Pain
 Vulnerable when in reverse
 The leather apron ripped to shreds
 Nothing's beautiful and everything is hurt
 Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair
 May the gentle work to the second rule
 On a perfect scale change is radical, so
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 Pain, should not, should not be wasted
 Pain, should not, should not be wasted
 Pain, should not, should not be wasted
 Pain, should not, should not be wasted
 Pain
 To the slaughterhouse give peace and harmony
 Just look but do not touch, come taste the mercury
 I'm sleeping in my care, a liquid prisoner
 Four limbs, one single head, thus we are circular
 Pain, should not, should not be wasted
 Pain, should not, should not be wasted
 Pain, should not, should not be wasted
 Pain, should not, should not be wasted
 Nothing's beautiful and everything is hurt
 Undo the wounds add up in hideous winter lair
 May the gentle work to the second rule
 On a perfect scale change is radical