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Turning me |
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My conscience is calling me |
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It wants to shake the beast |
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The snake is twisting, |
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My thoughts into needling extremities |
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Reaction breaks me into fractions |
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Taking all my energies |
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Seizing my extremities |
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So much that |
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I cannot feel now |
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This heavy heart |
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Heart that |
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I carry Still holds the weight of you |
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And when I fall |
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As I always do |
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I'm crushed by the absence of you |
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Perfection is there |
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And the expression a stare |
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A face that leaves no trace of wear and tear |
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True beauty is cold |
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Love and hate and human sexual nature |
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This power is sustained by endless violence and pain |
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A cycle I can't understand |
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I'm tired of emotions |
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They bare me with distortions |
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They cut me |
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Screaming "**** me" |
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Wipe them all away now |
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Let them see through eyes made of stone |
