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Watch the temperature rise. |
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It's nothing I can control, nothing I can hide. |
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Every inner fiber aches for the warmth of what's inside. |
| [01:02.04] |
And as I shed my skin, I'm born again- |
| [01:04.32] |
A regeneration of human sin. |
| [01:07.06] |
This lure of flesh is like a rush of death- |
| [01:09.50] |
It awakens a sickness and resurrects |
| [01:12.07] |
The lowest throes buried deep in my bones. |
| [01:14.44] |
I'm a slave to the marrow that lusts to control. |
| [01:20.94] |
Can't you hear it now? |
| [01:22.13] |
My guilty conscience playing on repeat. |
| [01:24.94] |
So sweet is the sound |
| [01:27.00] |
Of shameful defeat. |
| [01:29.44] |
And though I swore I'd conquer this disease, |
| [01:32.32] |
A biological war still rages inside of me |
| [01:36.50] |
Like a fire that begs on its knees for more kerosene. |
| [01:40.44] |
|
| [01:44.63] |
My past mistakes reoccur in spades. |
| [01:46.87] |
They never falter, no, they never stray. |
| [01:49.26] |
Comfort to control, convince to maintain. |
| [01:54.38] |
And this depraved path is like a transparent mask, |
| [01:56.94] |
It reveals every thing I wish I lacked. |
| [01:59.44] |
Take it all in one more time, I might never come back. |
| [02:02.45] |
Can't you hear it now? |
| [02:03.83] |
My guilty conscience playing on repeat. |
| [02:07.51] |
So sweet is the sound |
| [02:09.45] |
Of shameful defeat. |
| [02:11.95] |
And though I swore I'd conquer this disease, |
| [02:14.89] |
A biological war still rages inside of me |
| [02:19.02] |
Like a fire that begs on its knees for more kerosene. |
| [02:22.64] |
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I'm begging on my knees. |
