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Forcing the words up my throat and through my tongue. Causing the projection of loss and speeding of lungs |
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The walls of regret share the texture of shame. x2 |
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Bring to life what died in me. Tear the flesh from the bones which don't bleed. x2 |
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And in the hate of which you talk, this i assure you is how I walk. But I've been known to fall. Breathing the air close to my knees revealing those ash filled scares. Making them visible to see. |
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Forcing the words up my throat and through my tongue. Causing the projection of loss and speeding of lungs |
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The walls of regret share the texture of shame. As the feeling of breathing becomes chocking. |
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This is the answer to the question of what you've been asking. I am the perfect enemy? Can't you see? Come closer. Don't you recognize me? |
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The taste of breathing has become the feeling of chocking. Oh Lord, bring to life the dying sight. Show them what i cannot write |
