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Fill my eyes with the burning storm, |
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I fall down and dream dreams |
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The wisdom consumes my sin, the demons hold me. |
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Here's my dead and |
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I bleed tears. |
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My thought are killing themselves, |
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The angels hate the emptiness... quitness, |
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I whisper my sickness with poisoned breath. |
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The demon hold me only to feel my heart. |
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I'll take my arms and legs, but will you break them? |
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I spit my tongue over the cold sky |
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Here's my head place two feet across. |
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And the coal |
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I use to burn my eyes, |
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It hurts to cry. |
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I use tears to paint my pictures, |
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I hide my sin |
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So he cannot see. |
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I cover my eyes with broken hearts. |
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It's so shattering when they realize nothing is forever |
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Hide my dead from the emptiness |
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I have. Your child is tired. |
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Where do i sit, |
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Because I lie down in your green pastures with rivers of pain. |
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Nothing ever ends when you play with demons... |
