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Here she comes down, as her wings get nailed to the ground |
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- A polaroid of shame |
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The last angel's pathetic fame |
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The face of deceit with nails in her feet |
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She's a preacher deprived from her voice |
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A punctured lung is creating noise |
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The cry that she made was the cry of a dying child |
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The revocation of empathy |
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The sound from a million dreams and scars |
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Termination Bliss |
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Blessed under a lie, Her last little weak "why?" |
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- The bloody end of a dream |
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Slit the throat and taste the cream |
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She wears her crown on a head that's bowed deep down |
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A dying picture of lies |
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A tortured saint fed to the flies |
