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Welcome to the skin you wear again |
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The weeping wound you try to mend |
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Liar screaming hollow amens |
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Your conscience disappears |
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Each time you sin |
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New life is a possibility |
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No one is here to see you bow to me |
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Throw up your hands to the skies |
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And welcome the new lords |
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Of your demise |
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On your fear we feed |
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And this is the way we bleed |
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No love just hate my fist your face |
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The tears they pave my indoctrination |
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Your knees the pain it comes in waves |
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You can't be save because |
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I am the way |
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Lie to my face not my back |
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I'm not a stick figure |
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Three-dimensional figure |
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On your fear we feed |
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And this is the way we bleed |
