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Migraine in chaos of deep paranoia |
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It's too hard to get over |
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The reptiles inside of my head keep me sober |
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My veins are on fire my breath getting colder |
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Stench and stagnation dehydrated tension |
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It's too much to mention |
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My weakest desires are wrapped up in violence |
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The words of objection still echo in silence |
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Every kick every trip I do |
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Every lazy smoke filled afternoon |
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It can't be used against me |
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Every childhood trauma lifted off my shoulders |
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It can't be used against me |
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And I'm ready to seize the day |
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I've circled around in this sea of objections |
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Overcoming rejection |
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Like a cold steel knife it turns |
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Velvet acid lips it burns |
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Freezing up expression twisted |
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Rosy cheeks the skin gets blistered |
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No you don't have power over me |