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The toxin stole the color from my face and from my mind
And so into the dark I went, navigating blind
Brambles tripped me up and I tumbled to the ground
There the vines ensnared me and there I was bound

Arsenic inside my heart
Colors what I see
Arsenic in every part
From the one who poisoned me
Arsenic inside my heart
Colors what I see
Arsenic in every part
From the one who poisoned me

Self hatred fed the bramble and it pierced me till I bled
Helped the poison in the vines find new ways to spread
In my fear I held them close, the briar whispered lies
That all the world was hatred, to hide was only wise

Arsenic inside my heart
Colors what I see
Arsenic in every part
From the one who poisoned me
Arsenic inside my heart
Colors what I see
Arsenic in every part
From the one who poisoned me

I don’t know how you found me
Inside the grave I grew
I don’t know how you freed me
And gave me life anew
Now I see the sky above
Now I see the fact
It was my own lack of love
That always held me back

Arsenic flows from my heart
Now I clearly see
Arsenic leaves every part
I was the one who poisoned me
Arsenic flows from my heart
Now I clearly see
Arsenic leaves every part
I was the one who poisoned me

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from The Shadow Requiem, released December 18, 2014

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Cassandra Syndrome Frederick, Maryland

Cassandra Syndrome is a Maryland-based Symphonic/Gothic Metal band brimming with explosive riffs, operatic punch and infectious energy. This female-fronted powerhouse combines elements that are simultaneously dark and beautiful. Forcefully heavy riffs and a healthy dose of groove combine with soaring soprano vocals to create what Metal Bite calls “[P]ure metal magic." ... more

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