Shriek your vanity's
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spawned from boredom
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a cheap excuse for attention
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ignoring blessings
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embracing all thats wrong
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you would stab your heart
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for a sympathetic word
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force fed your problems
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every day we cry for you
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so afraid you'll be boring
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you cover yourself in gloom
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and drag us down with you
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will you be interesting?
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when all are dead and gone?
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come get your own disease
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impress all your friends
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let them cry for you
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in fascination
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so entertaining in your hell
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immorality embraced within yourself
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will you be interesting?
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when all are dead and gone?
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what did you expect you'd find?
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when all is said and done?
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So afraid of missing out
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being ignored in happiness
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mind twisted in agony
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resentful of those without problems
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your self image becomes your god
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in this battle of degeneration
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you would exchange every blessing
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every miracle
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every ounce of your integrity
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only to obtain one thing
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an illness to call your own
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An Illness To Call Your Own
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| End Of Destiny |
