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You think you can see into me |
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But there's nothing here |
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You think there's more to this life |
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But there's nothing but fear |
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Soulless hopeless empty dreams |
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Of genocide |
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But, if we can't kill them all |
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We can settle for suicide |
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I'll be the first one to see |
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I'll hold this gun up to me. To me |
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Cross my heart and close my eyes |
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Open to see a world gone black of me |
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Suffer for me |
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Suffer well |
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We'll suffer 'til we burn in hell |
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If we can't stop, we can grace |
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Disease with a crown |
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Slit our throats to have a window |
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And watch the pills go down |
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A halo from the needle |
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Ashen wings of amphetamine |
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Grant me the heart, this soul is too dirty |
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We can play with suicide |
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We can set our sin aside |
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Just hold my hand and close those eyes |
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They'll find the constellations in the mist |
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Of our blood and our tears |
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We can watch this world |
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Burn through |
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The eyes of the dead |
