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Crushed
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Toiling with my conscience coiled around the monsters
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Shake my fist at the snake that's twisting my thoughts into needling obscenities
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Reaction breaks me into fractions taking all my energies
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Disables my extermities so much that I cannot feel now
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chorus:
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This heavy heart, heart that I carry
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Still holds the weight of you
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And when I fall, as I always do
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I¡¯m crushed by the abscence of you
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Perfection is there in the expressionless stare of a face
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That leaves no trace of wear & tear true beauty is cold!
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Love and hate, this human sexual nature is a virus sustained
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By endless violence and pain, a cycle I can¡¯t understand
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I¡¯m tired of emotions, they bore me with distortions
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They cut me, slave & fuck me
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Wipe them all away now
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Let me see through eyes made of stone
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One look at you is everything to me
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From this photograph
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And when I can feel you around me
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I'm crushed by the presence of you
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Crushed
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Crushed
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