Little Bits of skin. I begin to tear away, to tear away.
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Pin prick, beware I sold my, sold my soul.
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A restless reaction to what becomes the norm. Sold my soul for little bits of skin.
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All seeing eyes they sense the worst, something streaks across the sky.
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Why won't you do anything, why must I be the one who's always sane.
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Something takes a hold of you, you should be ashamed.
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The deafening sound of the teacher tolls, stand up and state your claim.
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Rise, speak and then heard. Am I evil?
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Bits Of Skin
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