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the language of the lie |
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barbed and callous tongues shall lick |
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behind the thinnest doors |
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a web of falsehood so unfolds |
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humility |
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pride dissected maliciously |
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a mockery |
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bonds dissolve in endless mimickery |
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cruelly illuminated the subject of shallow spectacle |
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inherent weaknesses revealed |
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contact withers to a lull |
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once perfect pictures now stained with fingerprints |
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tragedy ****s jealousy |
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the human heartstrings bend and break |
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vultures with human eyes, can you feel them circling? |
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preying on tender moments |
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the failures of purest dream |
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our selfish means are the means to this ****ing end |
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a knife for every spine of every man |
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nails scratching into the flesh until fibers are broken |
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something's got to give |
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the bottoms of bottles no longer ease the pain |
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and the bathroom mirror reflects the face of autonomy |
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man must invert |
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internalize the pain |
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the sequence replays in the mind |
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the human heartstrings bend and break |
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vultures with human eyes, can you feel them circling? |
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preying on tender moments |
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the failures of purest dream |
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our selfish means are the means to this ****ing end |
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a knife for every spine of every man |
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away a lot ugly answers lie somewhere in between |
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intrinsic disregard and the burden of weakness |
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they're sharpening |
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the knives are always sharpening |
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a life now stained with fingerprints |
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something's got to give! |
