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Playing dead in the vanity of perfection |
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But your razor smile keeps ripping inside |
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Burying me alive, greed of a swine |
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You eat and whine at left remains |
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Needled times in your hands to bolt the sky |
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So I paint the tears of your cry |
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I look around, define and overthrow it all |
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Your horizon is deceiving and tall |
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Spiteful and cold |
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Taste so bitter and so old |
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Bathing in the gloss of your fatality |
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I was told to remain with you |
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Following your counterfeit god |
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Dragging me down in your blackened reality |
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The making of my insanity |
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Yet tomorrow will erase it all |
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Sorrow casts a dark phase like a fall |
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There is no more or less to find |
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Cold reflection to leave behind |
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Venus bleeding for the particles of its demise |
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Sleeping solar systems waiting to arise |
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I see your life flashing before my eyes |
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But I'll be one with my own shadow |
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'Cause I know it won't lead me wrong |
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Disposable thoughts on your golden platter |
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Place where my secrets don't belong |
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Assembling my head with your transparent world |
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And again it makes me shed my skin |
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Bleeding for your sweet little sins |
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Cannot tame the ocean of hate inside |
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Hear the preface of emptiness |
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Spelling through the bitterness |
