Long live the eerie strange of lie soaked beauty
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Synthetic impression fills the gash of imposing danger
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Satire feeds the flame to awake hostility
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Full blown premonition gun down to solid ground
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Free will can starve prestige
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Disassemble mental structure and drops the weight to hide prosperity
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And when the lights go out
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We're stripped down reckless
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And when the lights go out
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We're stripped down to nothing
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Say it isn't so easy
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Caved in controversy withstands the test of time
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Enlists salvation's anthem - pinpoints the enemy
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Open fire penetration drags the scene of substance
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Relieves coded acceptance to yield any temptation
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The call of strangers in self deception
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Makes attraction so much harder to swallow
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Repairs a bitter bleeding conscience
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Crown the tender keepsake that fathoms
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The beating of prediction sells the heat
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To fill the air with accident
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Limits pursuance
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Long lost but not forgotten
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Manipulation's sudden crush
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Sugar coats the compliment
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And those scars in the landscape
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They're all dressed to kill
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An infamous victim of shocking truth
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Crafts the skill of never saying you're sorry
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For what I've done
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Scars In The Landscapes
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| Himsa |
