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Spoken lies in a whispered voice |
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Drag the blade across my skin |
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You present me with no other choice |
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Let the bloodletting begin |
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Cut the veins let the blood run hot |
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To caress the beauty of the porcelain skin |
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I'll drain you of the life you know |
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If you only return the sin |
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Skin and bones |
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No weight for the hanging |
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Shattered wrists |
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Feel the sting |
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Your my temple of flesh and bone |
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Yet I'll tear it right down again |
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Surrender |
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Your heart to the knife |
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I don't recall a choice |
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Flesh to flesh without purpose |
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Some lay dead while others mourn |
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Cut from the womb of a living doll |
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I can't control this bloodlust |
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Is it worth the sin if I go on? |
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We both lose in a game not meant to be won |
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We are the decaying flesh of an age |
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The beating heart of a world no longer existing |
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Look at us cutting each other |
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Is this what we've become? |
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(Is this what we've become?) |
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Beyond the suicidal thoughts of darkness |
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(The black engulfs me) |
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Surrender |
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Your heart to the knife |
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I don't recall a choice |
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Flesh to flesh without purpose |
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Some lay dead while others mourn |
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Cut from the womb of a living doll |
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I can't control this bloodlust |
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Is it worth the sin if I go on? |
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We both lose in a game not meant to be won |
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Flesh to flesh without purpose |
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Some lay dead while others mourn |
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Cut from the womb of a living doll |
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I can't control this bloodlust |
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Is it worth the sin if I go on? |
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We both lose in a game not meant to be won |