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Anathema - Thy Art Is Murder
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Anathema - Thy Art Is Murder
Love has no home
In the arms of a ghost
Love has no home
In the arms of a ghost

Who do you see in broken mirror shards?
A fractured image of a sickened shell
Irreparable eternal scars
Isolation now the cross I bear

Shaped by shame, sharpened through years
Rejection, longing to disappear
In all its ugliness
The better man is buried here

Love has no home
In the arms of a ghost
Love has no home
In the arms of a ghost

Bloodless hands
Once warm with the pulsе of another
Lifeless to thе touch
Distance, the death of us

I have given all that I can give
I have walked beyond the lightless path
I have banished all that I hold dear
I have taken what I can't take back
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