The sacrifice must be for some unknwon deity, babe I just can't get hard for reality
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At least not mine
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Your love charity is like
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an immortal bleeding beast and here
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Is it to motivate my heart to function?
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This age is a bitch that burns our dreams, so musn't you leave
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Can only turn away
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I wonder can I produce some of heat
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to keep our experiment in our heart
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I told you I could, I couldn't cope seeing the disappointment in your eyes
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Do it
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Oh Nina, how can I defend myself against this world
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that batters me like a retarding cartoon?
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It's too soon for salvation, but that word is just a joke
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Oh Nina, my whole system is chaos
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I'm desperate for something, but there's no human word for it
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I should be happy, but
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what I feel is corrupted, broken, impotent, and insane
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Oh Nina, I've become so hateful
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How am I ever going to survive this winter?
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I can think of nothing but getting my revenge
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Make those fuckers pay, but it's not gonna to happen and
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It's eating a hole in me
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Eating a hole in me
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It's eating a hole
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Eating a hole
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Eating a hole in me
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Little heart can see each suffering repeat
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Our sole/soul concession
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to find dimension
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I've inherited spiritual sanctions for some old ancestral crime
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It was committed long ago, but the punishment's absolved all down the family line
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Everyone's so unstable, on my mother's side
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And emotionally barren, on my father's side
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But tell me how can I attempt to atone for somebody else's willful ignorance?
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[rest quietly muffled under loudness]
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Ye, Renew The Plaintiff
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| Of Montreal |
