The chairs been kicked a rope tied to the rafters
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Blue-faced and broken necked I die
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Relieving my vision from that sick fucking stare
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Of that hated sun burning the sky
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Slumped like a headless scarecrow, cold and limp against the wall
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Blood paints a pattern of Rorschach's design
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Thawing the winter that burdens this heart
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Shit stained and shameful, an exit in disgrace
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Not a splash but just a ripple left
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I end in this life in vain, in vain
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(Solo)
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In the dead of the darkness, I breach the still lake
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Toward the reflection of the moon
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The night colored liquids arresting my lungs
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Finally at peace in this watery tomb
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Destroy this fragile body to be gorged upon by worms
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Not a splash but just a ripple is left in the wake of merciless scorn
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Beyond those cursed stars above, lies the answer that I seek
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On the backs of bullets rides my name, longing to kiss my cheek
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Resentfully decline, retire this hated life
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Without guilt I break these veins, carved with salvation's knife
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(Solo)
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Turn not away, avert not your face; this is how it was meant to be
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In silence found hanging there, 'bove a pool of waste
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The beauteous workings of mortality
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No one can truly, touch another parallel never to cross
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Pointless, fumbling, sad mistake; only capable of pain
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Beyond those cursed stars above, lies the answer that I seek
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On the backs of bullets rides my name, longing to kiss my cheek
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Resentfully decline, retire this hated life
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Without guilt I break these veins, carved with salvation's knife
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To A Breathless Oblivion
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| The Black Dahlia Murder |
