Virtue is lost
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Beyond this sleek veneer
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Beneath the neon existence
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Her face is grey
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And everything she longs for turns to black
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The chemicals bring little vindication
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And white lines lace every vein
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Does she realise what she's become?
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But she's not waking
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And She's still failing
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But she's not waking
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She's still failing
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Follow the siren's song,
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To face this empty cycle.
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Searching the darkest nights
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Searching the silence
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And does it make you sick?
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"Can you hear me, Is She Conscious?"
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Does it make you feel beautiful?
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Bloodshed under the streetlight.
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And does it make you sick?
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"Oh God! We've got a bleeder here."
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Does it make you beautiful?
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Heartbreak under the streetlight.
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She's lost again.
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Adrenalin Strains Corrupted Arteries
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Virtue is lost
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Beyond this sleek veneer
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Beneath the neon existence
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Her face is grey
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And everything she longs for is pulling away
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Follow the siren's song
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To face this empty cycle.
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Searching the darkest night
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Searching the silence.
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Follow the siren's song,
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To face this empty cycle.
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Searching the darkest night,
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Searching the silence.
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Dead by first light,
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They can't wipe the blood from her eyes.
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Dead by first light,
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They can't wipe the blood from her eyes.
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Dead by,
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Dead by first light.
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Dead by,
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Dead by first light.
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The Siren's Song
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| Parkway Drive |
