eyes of celibates burning images worn down rotted lies lips dried peeling
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eyes separate our lives dead underneath your skin this blood's not mine you
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fucking whore you don't deserve my Gods you're a deified angel you leave me
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sickened in prayer it's the residing disease in me that sheds it's halos for
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whores it leaves my wrists cut with jaded tongues your eyes freeze my fire
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of innocence whores addictions souls salvation I said it I'm so tired so
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saddened I'm no coward please bury me they broke my wings in an attempt to
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divide a sickness from comfort of open wounds wide eyed I died
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Your Touch Versus Death
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| Every Time I Die |
