This is all yours if you want it
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My sick landscape, dry and fevered
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My survival and the hunger
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Growing older in a heartbeat
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You took us by surprise
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Stepped in where no one goes
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In forcing open doors
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you sacrifice us both
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This is all yours if you want it
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This is all I ever offered you
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Hoping against all sense
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(We bite the hand that feeds us pain)
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Hoping against myself
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(There is still pride inside our veins)
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Underneath our sores and blisters
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spines of silver that won't listen
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Your perception is not flawless
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We are dying while you watch us moan
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Hoping against all sense
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(We bite the hand that feeds us pain)
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Hoping against myself
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(There is still pride inside our veins)
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Biding my time
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The perfection has turned sour
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in the moment of salvation
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Every minute is pure torture
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This is mercy, if you want it
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Hoping against all sense
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(All meaning rots and slithers grey)
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Hoping against myself
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(We bite the hand that fed us pain)
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This is all yours if you want it
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This is mercy, if I have it
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Biding my time
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Silverspine
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| Madder Mortem |
