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You weren't bor out of time, the time went out on you |
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Stare into the mirror, see yourself broken in two |
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The ropes you thought you held are at your neck |
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biting into your skin |
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There's no compromise, dying is a way of living |
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Who do you blame for the pain that's been inflicted |
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Four walls around, you inside, but the air's been evicted |
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Living in the sunken graves, corpses for company |
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Sunken graves |
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Sunken graves, groundworks of misery |
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Sunken graves |
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What's behind your downfall? Too many bolted doors |
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Do those who locked them see you walking on all fours? |
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Pride overridden by a feather, an easy prey |
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Here's a cruel joke: every dog has it's day |
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Feeding on crap has become an emptyheaded reflex |
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Here's your contract, read and weep |
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you signed it with an |
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Living in the sunken graves... Heartsoil of misery |
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You're trying to ignore your mouth that's filled with mud |
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Trying to get drunk from the bitter menstrual blood |
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The only transparent wall is the hardest to break trough |
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Who did this to ya, who? Nobody but you |
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Living in the sunken graves... |
