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Staring at the hourglass, my life, it feels like a machine |
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Running with no direction |
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Watching time as it draws a perception obscene, |
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From a resurrection |
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Choking on reality, the walls of my insides, they bleed |
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From the excess incisions |
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Drawn and quartered by the monster who pulls on the strings |
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From the core of me |
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Whoa, yeah I'm dying to see, |
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What it is that is eating away at me |
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Now the stars are deciding my world, |
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They burn from the inside out |
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Lies told and the flames burning all around |
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So blind to the beauty, you slave |
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But it feels like the walls are melting, facing into me |
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Have I lost track of time? |
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Yeah! |
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Why can't I feel the burn? |
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Staring at the hourglass, my life, it feels like a machine |
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Running with no direction |
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Drawn and quartered by the monster who pulls on the strings |
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In my resurrection |
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(Yeah!) Whoa, yeah I'm dying to see, |
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What it is that is eating away at me |
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Now the stars are deciding my world, |
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They burn from the inside out |
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Whoa, yeah I'm dying to see, |
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What it is that is eating away at me |
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Now the stars are deciding my world, |
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They burn from the inside out (inside out) |
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When the frustration makes a move, |
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The second hand will swallow you |
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Tearing a hole inside, |
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I'll bury your life |
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The smell of flesh is seeping into my rage, |
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Thrashing open for a better way |
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The push, the pull, |
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It's tearing apart my will to thrive in the day |
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Pins and needles jabbing into my veins, |
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On the verge of losing sanity, |
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The beast tears and I can't do a thing about it |
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Whoa, yeah I'm dying to see, |
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What it is that is eating away at me, |
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Now the stars are deciding my world, |
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They burn from the inside out |
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Fuck me I am dying for sleep, |
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What exactly is eating away at me? |
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Now the stars are deciding my world, |
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They burn from the inside out |