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But how could something so beautiful walk like the living dead? |
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Buried, buried, buried alive |
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Makes me fucking sick... |
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I saw the promise in your eyes, trapped inside |
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Gave my empathy to bring you back to life |
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But you destroyed yourself as you fell from grace |
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You waste another day pretending life will fall into place |
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Stop regressing, descending, going back to your old fucking ways |
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Back to the grave |
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Let's go! |
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Time, time, time again |
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Why did you lie to yourself and your friends? |
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You're pathetic |
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How could you look yourself in the mirror? |
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Time and time and time again, I brought you back to life |
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Still you betray |
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I will not forget this |
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Listen here you fuck, you're full of shit |
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But how could something so beautiful walk like the living dead? |
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Buried, buried, buried alive |
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Makes me fucking sick... |
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Now kiss good-bye to what you could have been |
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You could be anything, many things |
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Makes me fucking sick... |
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I saw the promise in your eyes, but you're blind |
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And you will always play the victim for the rest of your life, |
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Engulfed by the flames as you fall from grace |
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You're lying through your teeth |
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And now your wings shall burn from your act of deception |
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How can you look in the mirror? |
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Without you things are so much clearer |
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How does it feel to be buried alive, you prick? |
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There is nothing you can do to survive this |
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But how could something so beautiful walk like the living dead? |
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Buried, buried, buried alive |
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Makes me fucking sick... |
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Now kiss good-bye to what you could have been |
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You could be anything, many things |
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Makes me fucking sick... |
