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Stab me in the heart again |
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Once for love and twice for the past |
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It seems days grow colder here |
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Now that death is in the sky |
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I've choked on these words |
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And laid here rotting away |
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I've sewn my eyes shut |
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Waiting for the worm to turn |
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As the clouds rest in the dirt |
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With the ashes of angels wings |
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Let this room shine like a star |
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And let me forget to breathe |
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Starve the parasite |
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Laugh at me and twist the knife |
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You are the picture of perfection |
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And I am the filth |
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From beginning to end |
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It's the truth behind every word |
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From a forked tongue that sucks out my life |
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And fills in the grave a heart on a shelf |
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As a reminder of sympathy |
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Collecting dust as a trophy as it burns as it tricks |
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Again you've severed your lifeline to me |
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I rest in a bed of cedar wishing good night to my failures |
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Driving nails through my hands |
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Resting and restless |
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Thrown down amongst the swine |
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Once constructed as divine paralyzed by dignity |
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And smothered by a memory |
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Dear walls stare analyze me |
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It lasted longer |
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Pitiful me conscious to find nothing again |
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A vile reality runs through my head |
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And its fluctuating repiticiously in this hole |
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Twice preserved I've failed |
