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This loss burdens the condemned, |
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Letting the horrid consume you, |
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From believing in anything that makes you feel whole. |
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Like ghosts at your bones, like smoke. |
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So close-minded, there's no room at all. |
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Look unto me, open your throat; speak in half truths. |
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Deceive and manipulate to get whatever makes you feel whole. |
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Tell the world how that horrid heart became so cold and alone. |
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Because of your actions and words they can never trust again. |
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You will be left alone in a world you hate, of which you create. |
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This loss burdens the condemned, |
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Letting the horrid consume you, |
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From believing in anything that makes you feel whole. |
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Like ghosts at your bones, like smoke. |
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So close-minded, there's no room at all. |
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Look unto me, open your throat; speak in half truths. |
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Deceive and manipulate to get whatever makes you feel whole. |
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Fear is coursing through your body. |