I¡¯m still stitching up the stabs you left, weaving in and out slowly.
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I grow accustomed to the piercing flesh, and find evil in the holy.
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And still, I see the line between the stars, your scars, and mine.
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And as this coarse thread pulls, I feel the veins of the frozen.
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Stay in coma. It¡¯s the only defense we have left.
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A bad decision leaves me open and I¡¯m left here shuttered for days.
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If I could replay the words we said, I¡¯d see you all amazed.
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And still it¡¯s not enough ? save yourself and demonize us.
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And as your curtain draws, they see the tears of the fallen.
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Stay in coma. It¡¯s the only defense we have left.
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I¡¯m not taking the fall for a spineless puppet.
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You play quiet, and I won¡¯t fight it.
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Stay in coma. It¡¯s the only defense we have left.
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In Coma
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| Dead Poetic |
