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lets say for arts sake |
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we killed ourselves tonight |
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in our dreams we could live forever |
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immortalized in our beauty |
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don't say I didn't warn you, beauty can be reversed |
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expose to me, the heart stings deep within |
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until it bleeds |
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for one day of beauty |
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you pinned your hopes, upon the mirror and now it cuts your skin |
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shattered by your own reflection |
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do you recall your own fucking face |
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she looked so beautiful, fashioned in her own despair |
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a fitting end to fashion |
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her source of suicide |
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beneath the veil of make up, your soul has slowly died |
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an endless wave of martyrs, dressed in a sea of black |
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to serenade the serpents, this scene has turned its back |
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feel this shatter |
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to the ground |
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your misfortunes I resound |
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so clean yourself up bitch |
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the fragments you savour |
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are barely held together |
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your basis for reason, compounded by the seasons |
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I suffered the arrows, your heart a formless shadow |
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beneath the lies, your wings have been dissected |
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from this fashion, the dead arise |
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and with its failure, we breath new life. |
