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My bloated bloody blinding lies |
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Baptize a bruised and broken mind |
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My poison pie is in the sky |
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Now cross my heart |
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I hope to die |
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Cruel knives crave cruel wives |
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The bitter stone braves bitter eyes |
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My feeble filthy little hands |
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Hide my dirty little plans |
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With your fear |
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With your fist |
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And a flick of your wrist |
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Get down dirty and wrecked |
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Broken on my bleeding lips |
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Drown my words like sinking ships |
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In stinking shame |
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I wash the blame |
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In the lonely gutter of my guilt |
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I will endure while you enjoy |
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The words you skewer in my head |
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The blood that's spilt within this bed |
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Come drink with me until |
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I'm dead With your fear |
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With your fist |
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And a flick of your wrist |
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Get down dirty and wrecked |
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The cramping cull the weeping wall |
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The barrel's bottom where |
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I will fall |
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The festering eye the poison tongue |
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Taste the loss that |
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I have won |
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Take a needle and knit some trouble tonight |
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Change the pattern but the suit's the same |
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I'm sucking |
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I'm greedy |
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I'm pushing |
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I'm needy |
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I'm sucking |
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I'm greedy |
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I'm pushing |
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I'm needy |
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With your fear |
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With your fist |
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And a flick of your wrist |
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Get down dirty and wrecked |
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Wrecked! Wrecked! |
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Wrecked! Wrecked! |
