Tune out the noise of swan songs
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That savior the passing of scarlets
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Red and black on chemical romance
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Rush the danger in a silhouette
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Carve away the image possession
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Private portal to each unnamed
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Radiant - suspicious irony drowned deep in territorial pissings
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My eyes are fixed on the grace of innocence
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Disdained hunger tastes the gift of fatal pleasure
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Just a cynic in a downpour of sentimental
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Shedding these vows to the flesh of
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Sweat soaked monuments
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That just fall apart
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Joyless devotionals spreading truth through the lips of liars
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Faith and its' lore twine to mark their sacrifice
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Seizing answers through the echoes of conversation
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Sewn shut to replace myself in harms way
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Land slides of life times smother each perfect likeness
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Those sterling makeovers dance their mystery to blend
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Each repulse and flourish persuading with flawless savagery
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That only the lonely can understand
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Panic - let it rain on me
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Each so irresistible and deadly
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They are the muses of existence
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Swelling outcry pricks the crest of moral judgement
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Infection taunts the heat of appetite
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Intoxicating her thin veil of elegance
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Separates the distance to tranquility
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But never lets you in
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Such a sight for deserted eyes and they'll never let you in
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Rain To The Sound Of Panic
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| Himsa |
