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Is there a place up in heaven where they store the worlds debris? |
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I swear I'm not a wicked person. Is there a wasteland for me? |
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Am I scared? I'm f**king terrified. These thoughts eat me alive |
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From the inside |
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Is there a church down in hell where the addicts go to meet? |
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Seeking shelter from their demons trading shame for amnesty? |
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Am I scared? I'm f**king terrified. These thoughts eat me alive |
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From the inside |
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I am a liar, I am a sinner, I am the furthest from the grace |
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That my parents made. I'm reminded of it every single day |
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(I am the snake, I am the snare) |
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Reminded of it every single day |
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(Who's beats of my own heart's what kept me marching with no legs to get me there) |
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We're all liars, living sinners |
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(Are you awake, are you aware?) |
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Now the furthest from the grace that our parents made |
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(We're all walking cadavers with faith that's faulted to despair) |
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It won't define me in any way |
