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I tried to bleed out, bleed out the sickness |
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With synthetic remorse |
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Like tempests they assail from the sky |
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(Haunting me, killing me. Will I remain?) |
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And I'm sorry |
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(So sorry) |
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for all I've done to you |
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In my hour of shame, twisting, turning blind, deaf |
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Waif-like and thinning |
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Go... Run away |
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Don't look back until your eyes bear the strain of new light |
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Exhale all of the sorrow I've brought unto you |
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Exhale the locusts |
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Exhale the locusts |
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Better off unfeeling numb and motionless |
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Frozen like a sleeping death |
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Cold mother You're gone |
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All I'm left with is my hate |
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No, with my blood opiate entwines her poison lips on mine |
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I'm better off in the lye, for I've got nothing anymore |
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Go... Run away |
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Don't look back until your eyes bear the strain of new light |
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Exhale all of the sorrow I've brought unto you |
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Exhale the locusts |
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Go... Run away |
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Don't look back until your eyes bear the strain of new light |
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Exhale all of the sorrow I've brought unto you |
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Exhale the locusts |
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The sun you've always known |
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a bleeding heart |
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Your Achilles heel |
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the sun you've always known |
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We fade away |
