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Try to draw blood from a festering wound. |
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You'll see the only thing you can't admit. |
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The gangrenous limb of your pride-soaked tongue. |
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You are the paragon of denial. |
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Living in a frame of outward-pointing frozen spears. |
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Why don't you join everyone you condemn? |
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Fill the suffering void. |
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When are you going to learn. Motives full of filth and grime. |
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Leave the games at home. Cancer won't die on its own. |
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It needs to be cut out. Needs to be cut out. |
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I'm reaching for your pride-soaked tongue just to pull it out. |
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Cast you into the darkness. |
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Fill the suffering void of your own worthless tomb. |
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Step out of my world |
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Cast you into darkness. |
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You are the paragon of denial. |
