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I'm not dead or alive |
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My thoughts clouded pristine |
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A static web internecine |
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The cutting edge of a lie |
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Will only furrow the dream |
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Solders the soul together clean |
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The poison enters the veins |
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It's woven into the stream |
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My new casket is lined with screams |
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I'm not dead or alive |
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My thoughts clouded pristine |
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A static web internecine |
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The cutting edge of a lie |
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Will only furrow the dream |
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Solders the soul together clean |
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The poison enters the veins |
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It's woven into the stream |
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My new casket is lined with screams |
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I'm never going to die |
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Cause my world is built on lies |
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Burned it all |
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Watched it fall |
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No elation inside these walls |
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Breaking down again |
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Barricade forms within |
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Tearfully rejoicing |
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Finally the sun will see it's end |
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The poison enters the veins |
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It's woven into the stream |
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My new casket is lined with screams |
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Burned it all |
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Watched it fall |
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No elation inside these walls |
