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The Jackal

from House of Cyrus by Hope Has Failed Us

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Living in this hell called life.
Bound by his addictions.
Tormented by his demons.
That’s driven him insane.

Padded walls, can't contain, his tortured soul.
Strait jackets, won't constrain, his contorted body.
Nothing made, can confine, his madness.
His veins! begin to fill, with this rage.

Living in this hell called life.
Bound by his addictions.
Tormented by his demons.
That’s driven him insane.

Padded walls, can't contain, his tortured soul.
Strait jackets, won't constrain, his contorted body.
Nothing made, can confine, his madness.
His veins! begin to fill, with this rage.

A consuming spirit.
Possessed with hatred.
With desire to mutilate.
Those retched whores.

Living in this hell called life.
Bound by his addictions.
Tormented by his demons.
That’s driven him insane.
Born of a whore, rapped of dignity.
Fueled by hate, driven by instinct.
This trail of blood, leads back to him.
For all is lost, of what used to be.

Cold as ice, Soulless eyes.
Nothing to steer him, but the hate inside.
Fate was his! and his alone.
The warmth of flames, the long embrace.
The last dance, the dance with death.
So come walk, with him in hell.

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from House of Cyrus, released December 31, 2012

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