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Words like nails and now you'll feel the scratch. |
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A voice in my head says, |
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"Never look back." |
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Watch me dig my own grave, |
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My own grave. |
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There's nothing left to love. |
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There's a lot left to hate. |
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Everything inside seems dead, |
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Let me live this lie instead. |
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I've got blood on my hands, |
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One thing God won't understand. |
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Never to escape this grave of place, |
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The day that God gave upon grace. |
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Rip my lungs from my chest. |
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Tear me apart until there's nothing left. |
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I don't feel anything, |
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Until there's nothing left of me. |
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Until I feel nothing. |
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Until there's nothing left of me. |
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Until I feel nothing. |
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Till the sun burns out or until I put my fucking eyes out. |
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What's worse? |
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This world or my only way out? |
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This world or my only way out? |
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So I was there the whole time. |
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Forgotten when the world went blind. |
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Lower me down, |
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Six faces watch me, |
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Lay me in the ground. |
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Words like nails and now you'll feel the scratch. |
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A voice in my head says, |
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Never look back. |
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There's nothing left to love. |
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There's a lot left to hate. |
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Everything inside seems dead, |
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Let me live this lie instead. |
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I've got blood on my hands, |
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One thing God won't understand. |
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Never to escape this grave of place, |
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The day that God gave upon grace. |
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Rip my lungs from my chest. |
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Tear me apart until there's nothing left. |
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I don't feel anything, |
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Until there's nothing left of me. |
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Until I feel nothing. |
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Until there's nothing left of me. |
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Until I feel nothing. |