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Buried deep under blood and skin |
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A whisper a tempest is raging from within |
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I hold my breath, bitter proud |
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Afraid to scream fire in the middle of a crowd |
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I ponder incision, envision the brain |
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I beckon the surgeon to a slice against the grain |
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Now that I've waisted you |
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The white room is pure, the doctors are brave |
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If there's a cure |
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I want to be saved, |
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SanctuaryUnder the knife sharp and shiny key |
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Repair, redeem, resurrection |
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Under the knife they'll cut you out of me |
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Maybe love's imitation is life, under the knife |
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I have come to define a [Incomprehensible] of sins |
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In a black dream, a court room where the triumph never ends |
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I have come to determine a reasonable doubt |
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Where heaven and hell draw their boundary lines abound |
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Now that I've wasted you, now that |
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I've tasted you |
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White room had frost on the cold window pane |
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Your love had been lost, my love was in vain, |
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SanctuaryUnder the knife sharp and shiny key |
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Repair, redeem, resurrection, yeah |
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Under the knife, they'll cut you out of me |
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Maybe dreams can be larger than life |
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Under the knife, yeah |
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Cynical splices, stitch and install |
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Solder the filaments, |
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I feel nothing at all |
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Second wind secrets, let them rise let them fall |
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I'll walk through your firestorm but never never crawl |
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Gambler lives, the blood stain dries |
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It's time to forgive, |
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I open my eyes, |
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SanctuaryUnder the knife sharp and shiny key |
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Repair, redeem, resurrection |
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Under the knife they'll cut you out of me |
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Maybe love's imitation is life, under the knife |
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Under the knife sharp and shiny key |
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Repair, redeem, resurrection |
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Under the knife they'll cut you out of me |
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Maybe dreams can be larger than life |
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Under the knife, yeah |
