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All along the water's edge |
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The ripples curl and bend as the moon bleeds |
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Satire's no match for a matter of fact that's blasphemy |
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There's got to be another way |
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I wrote it down in blood |
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Never forget my love |
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Faith as endearing |
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As the other side |
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Before nightfall cast a broken shadow much |
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Too tall, look, it's just me |
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Graveyard pulls apart the earth revealing all the broken hearts |
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I'm not the only one who bleeds |
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I wrote it down in blood |
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Never forget my love |
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Faith as endearing |
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As the other side |
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I'm on this freight train |
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With creeping suspicion |
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Hell to pay |
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Glassy eyeballs feeling red |
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Painful voices in your head |
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And he walked to the stone to engrave his claim |
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Of a thousand souls filled with shame reaching to the highest notch |
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At the top with the blood of his wisdom he began to call on the names |
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Of the vain and the week willed alike, |
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I will have you |
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Anoint you wrap you in lies to devour you |
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All in the blink of an eye in the presence of his majesty |
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The rise and fall of the hands that begat the writing |
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On the wall dripping with blood, never forget my love |
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It's criminal, more than you know |
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The loss in your eyes |
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It's critical, it's critical now |
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The look in my eye |
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I have damned myself to hear this out |
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One more time around |
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I have damned myself to hear this out |
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One more time |
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I wrote it down in blood |
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Never forget my love |
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Faith as endearing |
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As the other side |
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I'm on this freight train |
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With derailed suspicions |
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Writing it all down in blood |
