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So who's to say we can't die in our dreams? |
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Sometimes dark but always so bitter and bleak. |
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A slave to some, but the mind's eye sees what it wants to see. |
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Bitter blood and poisoned tongue is all that's left of me. |
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How will this world pass away? |
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Let me fall through the cracks and in darkness slip away. |
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When will the dead rise from their graves? |
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A forgotten casket, a hole in the earth, |
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A place to spend my last days. |
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Take my two hands and put them on my throat. |
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God, give me a mirror so I can watch myself choke. |
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Automatic erotica. |
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Suicidal neurotica. |
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I hope now you see you're nothing like me. |
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Peel back my flesh |
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And see there's nothing inside me. |
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Peel back my flesh |
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And show you what empty really means. |
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I'll show the world how little you mean. |
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You don't mean a ****ing thing to me. |
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You don't mean a ****ing thing to me. |
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You don't mean a ****ing thing to me. |
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You don't mean a ****ing thing to me. |
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How will this world pass away? |
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Let me fall through cracks and in darkness slip away. |
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When will the dead rise from their graves? |
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A forgotten casket, a hole in the earth, |
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A place to spend my last days. |
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Take two hands and put them on my throat. |
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God, give me a mirror so I can watch myself choke. |
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How will this world pass away? |
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How will this world pass away? |
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Like a scar waiting for new skin, |
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Wounds heal. |
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Like a scar waiting for new skin, |
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I'll never be the same again. |
