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This is all yours if you want it |
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My sick landscape, dry and fevered |
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My survival and the hunger |
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Growing older in a heartbeat |
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You took us by surprise |
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Stepped in where no one goes |
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In forcing open doors you sacrifice us both |
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This is all yours if you want it |
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This is all |
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I ever offered you |
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Hoping against all sense (We bite the hand that feeds us pain) |
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Hoping against myself (There is still pride inside our veins) |
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Underneath our sores and blisters spines of silver that won't listen |
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Your perception is not flawless |
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We are dying while you watch us moan |
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Hoping against all sense (We bite the hand that feeds us pain) |
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Hoping against myself (There is still pride inside our veins) |
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Biding my time |
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The perfection has turned sour in the moment of salvation |
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Every minute is pure torture |
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This is mercy, if you want it |
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Hoping against all sense (All meaning rots and slithers grey) |
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Hoping against myself (We bite the hand that fed us pain) |
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This is all yours if you want it |
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This is mercy, if |
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I have it |
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Biding my time |
