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I come from a landof systematic erasure of optimism and positiveness |
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You don't want to encourage me |
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Slowly corroding your fortified norm |
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Leaving you bitter, grim and sober |
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With rigid cramp or silent fear |
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I strangle what you do hold dear |
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With rigid cramp or silent fearevoking addiction, limp, severe |
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It's sin again |
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Like charcoal on flaming nuns |
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Consistence unknown like early black metal |
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We're born without armor -don't you think |
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I'm watching my back ?! |
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With rigid cramp or silent fear |
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I strangle what you hold dear |
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With rigid cramp or silent fearevoke addiction; limp; severe |
