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You say you want to know,
but do you really want to know?

Touch the scars & feel touched.
Fascination of destruction,
the one I supposedly hold.
Hold so dear, deep within.

Do you really want to know?
No, you want the aftermath.

Carry the flag of the deranged.
My identity?
Such a gracious detail of my being.

Point a light to that tear,
such a lovely accessory on my face.

Raise the Star,
Raise the Flag,
Raise the Tear.

All the lovely details
that make me what you want.

To hell with your Flag,
To hell with your Pain,
To hell with You.

Let's play Hangman,
this is all you'll ever know.