This

suf-

fer-

ing

must

come

to

and

end!

These

ra-

zors

with-

in

me

must

be

ex-

pelled!

Who-

e-

ver

dreamed

such a

glo-

rious

dream

That

a

tre-

men-

dous

ex-

pul-

tion

could

bring

me

some

joy?

The

re-

lease

of

the

pres-

sure

an

end

to

the

suf-

fering

A

warm

moist

feel-

ing

as

I

leave

you

be-

hind

The

glo-

ri-

ous

emp-

ti-

ness

wi-

thin-

me

brinds

tears

to

my

eyes

But now

I

must

be

filled

with

the

gi-

ver

of

life

Gorge

my-

self

with

it's

sweet-

ness

Keep

it

all

for

my-

self

There

is

none

left

for

you

I'm

not

yet

com-

plete

De-

vour

you as

well

You're life's

blood

will

become

a

part

of

me

Be-

come

a

part

of

me

For

I'm

the

al-

migh-

ty

Bunt