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So hard to define,
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can¡¯t drive you from my mind
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though I vowed I¡¯d let memories fade.
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So lost in myself,
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happiness in your hell.
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So how do you like this life that you made?
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So hard to believe
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you could captivate me,
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but the time we had I¡¯d never trade.
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New life in your eyes
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following our demise.
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So how do you like this life that you made?
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The heresy that I believed
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has served me well in agony.
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The solitude that has deceived
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has falsified to tyranny.
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The soul you tossed aside for dead
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is coming back and seeing red.
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You tried to alienate my pride
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but I have numbness on my side.
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Spit on my remains
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pour the salt in my veins,
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go ahead I can¡¯t feel anyway.
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Belittle my heart,
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tear this blackness apart.
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So how do you like this life that you made?
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Drugged, miscarried, thrown away.
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Cast to limbo, lost my way.
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Scarred and broken, fucked for life.
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Please let me return your knife.
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Everyday the past
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kicks me right in the ass
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and it feels like ecstasy in your hate.
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Comfort in despair
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now that you¡¯re no longer there.
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So how do you like this life that you made?
|
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The heresy that I believed
|
has served me well in agony.
|
The solitude that has deceived
|
has falsified to tyranny.
|
The soul you tossed aside for dead
|
is coming back and seeing red.
|
You tried to alienate my pride
|
but I have numbness on my side.
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The Life You Made
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| Dirge |
