Your world opens up and swallows me
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I'm empty, just another silent symphony
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Those lies in between the strings and the timpani divide
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I want you to know I've been in your apartment
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This is the instrument I split your head apart with
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It's not the first time I've had the impulse
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Unwrap your skin and axe off your limbs
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So I can come to terms and face the mask that's in front of me
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I know there is no exit, I erased it from my memory
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Watch as my blood lust seeps out of my nights
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And contaminates all of my days
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The violence playing my song
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The orchestra of flesh and bone
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Don't confuse "mergers, acquisitions"
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When what I really mean is "murders, executions"
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My drug of choice is adrenalin, like herion, mescaline, perfection
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You have to leave or else I know I will hurt you tonight
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It's not that I like you, I want to look at your insides
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Don't turn around, you don't want to see what's coming
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A clean inscision, my next victim
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The violence playing my song
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The orchestra of flesh and bone
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Turn it up, it turns me on
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It makes me feel like I belong
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Your world opens up and swallows me
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I'm empty, just another silent symphony
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Those lies in between the strings and the timpani
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Divide every part of your body
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The violence playing my song
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The orchestra of flesh and bone
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Turn it up, it turns me on
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It makes me feel like I belong
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I Have To Go Return Some Video Tapes
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| Breathe Carolina |
