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I put my trust in poison, to teach me how to live. |
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I put my trist in darkness, to teach me how to see. |
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This is for those who followed the free, |
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To the end of the true and the trusting. |
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Spit back in the safe, I found life in death. |
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I chose my pain alone with honesty |
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My home, my hate, have grown inside of me. |
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We keep our past inside our reasons. We never gave up on us |
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We are the greatful bleeding that live today. |
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Dictations reigns in, our hope will never change a thing. |
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I chose six until death, not a slave into the world, |
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I chose sickness over health and it saved me every time, |
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I chose this until death, not a slave into the world, |
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I chose sickness over health and it saved me every time. |
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Not alive with a reason, not hit by the need to refuse. |
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I got called into freedom with the lost hordes and the blackest of youth. |
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I put my trust in poison to teach me how to live, |
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You're following to find your way into a worthless victory. |
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Six until the death. Not a slave into the world |
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I chose sickness over health and it's saved me every time, |
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When I can't breath I know it's got the best of me. |
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When I can't breath, the six will set me free |
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I put my trust in poison, teach me how to live, |
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Our hate inside out peace. |
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I put my trust in darkness, teach me how to see, |
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The hate that swallows the streets. |