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Tune out the noise of swan songs |
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That savior the passing of scarlets |
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Red and black on chemical romance |
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Rush the danger in a silhouette |
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Carve away the image possession |
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Private portal to each unnamed |
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Radiant - suspicious irony drowned deep in territorial pissings |
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My eyes are fixed on the grace of innocence |
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Disdained hunger tastes the gift of fatal pleasure |
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Just a cynic in a downpour of sentimental |
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Shedding these vows to the flesh of |
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Sweat soaked monuments |
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That just fall apart |
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Joyless devotionals spreading truth through the lips of liars |
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Faith and its' lore twine to mark their sacrifice |
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Seizing answers through the echoes of conversation |
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Sewn shut to replace myself in harms way |
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Land slides of life times smother each perfect likeness |
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Those sterling makeovers dance their mystery to blend |
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Each repulse and flourish persuading with flawless savagery |
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That only the lonely can understand |
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Panic - let it rain on me |
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Each so irresistible and deadly |
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They are the muses of existence |
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Swelling outcry pricks the crest of moral judgement |
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Infection taunts the heat of appetite |
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Intoxicating her thin veil of elegance |
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Separates the distance to tranquility |
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But never lets you in |
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Such a sight for deserted eyes and they'll never let you in |