move into the grave that bares your name.
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my high is creeping, but is it set in stone?
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we're both wasted, but we're not going anywhere like this.
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(so we'll see right through)
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for me to walk face first into sliding glass for your pleasure.
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all in the taste of salt on your neck.
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(now i) choke on the urge of taking it back
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(till i'm) spilling the blood that rests on my tounge.
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(dreaming) of holding your head, detached from the rest.
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this fuse left burning, but now we're far too close.
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to let the past stitch our wounds and seal our tears.
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lest sick from the guild you spread.
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lust sick in this moment. we won't believe in anything
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Annunciate While You Masticate
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| A Static Lullaby |
