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The picture is fine |
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Perfection is... |
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It mimics what used to be |
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Rise again to fall behind |
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Expose the worm inside |
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The color has faded |
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This changes everything |
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You're plastic and empty |
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It's all you'll ever be |
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This scar will never bleed, |
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Or kill the pain before it spreads, |
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I'm left with nothing |
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Blood washes hands |
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And yours have never been clean |
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The filth is what makes you who you are |
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Run to your savior |
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The weakness surfacing |
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Replace all your anger |
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And pray for sympathy now |
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You try to hide the damage |
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Below the surface |
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It just keeps bleeding |
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You try to blur the image |
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Envision who you are |
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After the end |
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Closing your eyes |
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And lifting your head |
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Losing your self control |
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Now, the sight of your disaster |
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Embedded in me |
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Just like an execution |
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It's all for nothing |
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It's slipping away |
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The decayJust your form of evolution |
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It's cold and it's vacant |
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It's always out of place |
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Distorted and changing |
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It's just an empty face |
