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Start the needle up again as I crawl to the chair |
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Anticipate the pain |
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Feel the charge in the air, sick fascination |
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Can't wash away this alteration |
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Beneath the machine |
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Constant noise inside my head |
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Trading blood for ink, into torture I will sink |
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Beneath the machine again |
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Sometimes a picture to make heads turn |
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Sometimes a badge of honor earned |
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Always a reminder of pain endured |
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Never a way to say these words |
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Beneath the machine |
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Constant noise inside my head |
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Trading blood for ink, into torture I will sink |
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Beneath the machine again |
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Just remember |
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It's all for time |
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By skin be judged, with my skin define |
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Beneath the machine |
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Constant noise inside my head |
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Trading blood for ink, into torture I will sink |
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Beneath the machine again |
