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Voracious children and wolves |
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Sharpen their teeth on our bones |
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Carrion feeds the wretched |
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Vacant eyes peer through the hole |
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Beggars and thieves bring |
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Down a common enemy |
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While pawnshop kings and corner queens |
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All hawk their souls for gold |
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Lifelong victims pound |
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And claw at the ground |
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Searching for a way out of their skin |
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Writhe in the cruel bloom |
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Trying so hard to find beauty |
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In flesh torn from me |
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Trying so hard not to lose you |
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In cobwebs and empty hearts |
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Lifelong victims pound |
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And claw at the ground |
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Searching for a way out of their skin |
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Writhe in the cruel bloom |
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Witness the ghostlike |
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Shades of ourselves |
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Searching for any way out of our skin |
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Writhe in the cruel bloom |
