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Yeah, there are days when I would like to get away |
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From the shackles that are my own life, |
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Replay all the negativity inside of me, |
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Until the fibers of my body rot and die. |
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Cut the skin, |
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What lies underneath is evil, |
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Can't escape, |
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Picking at the scabs of my mind. |
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There are days when I would like to fucking get away, |
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From the misery in my own life, |
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Inside of me, darkness is alive |
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And it won't be gone until the demons show, |
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Falling to the depths below, bury me, bury me. |
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Cut the skin, |
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What lies underneath is evil, |
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Can't escape, |
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Picking at the scabs of my mind. |
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Don't think too much, |
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Let it fade away, |
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Don't care at all. |
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There's always something in the way, |
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Don't ever tread against the current that is me, |
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Can you feel it? Do you follow me? |
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I'm a vulture and I pummel through the eyes, |
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Devour what's in front of me, |
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Can you feel it? |
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Do you follow me? |
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Cut the skin, |
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What lies underneath is evil, |
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Can't escape, |
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Picking at the scabs of my mind. |
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Cut the skin, |
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What lies underneath is evil, |
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Can't escape, |
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Picking at the scabs of my mind. |
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Falling to the depths below. |
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Can you feel it? |
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Do you follow me? |
