seduced of my virgin descent
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raped of this primitive trust
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instinct... an art of overridden wrath
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twisted and bound into my own flesh
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break down... this existence
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a wish of death... a tired warm breath
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disturb the subtle side of me
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expression my quality
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scratching this sanity
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into my walled mind...
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my sustain of pain
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a slut of love... the lover in sin
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let these beatings begin ...begin...
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get out of my face...
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disgrace to your race, your kind
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left your own friends behind
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...undecided oppositions fall...
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complications... no money
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need to borrow time... no help
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can't seem to get a straight face
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...a fit of intense anger...
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thinking... planning...
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switching the choices daily
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seeing my life through frames
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an urge that repulses love
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and rekindles a pain
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increase the purge for more...
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your faltered game
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listen to a word
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actions speak-out...
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wipe-out words that lie
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emotional thief... held my grounds
|
reveal solutions to weakness
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conform to the trails of man
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breaking down of morals
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punishment worse when younger
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I can smell the aroma of life
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the elixir of ill-forgot lies
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taste that indulges in sin
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waiting to be taken in...
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youthful nightmares
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made reality through diagnosis
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crawling to these channels
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of comfort through the stains
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from beatings
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playing these razor keys
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to instrumental horror
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the cities of living people,
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the valleys of the dead
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songs sung by the swarms
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of flies over carnage
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the kings that endure the life of filth
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ripping through... digging deep
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chasing me in my dreams
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penetrate the dialect
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a broken deep thought... learning lessbottle of cheap wine
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the vintage mind
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from a not so good year
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expose a deep hidden need
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you've left me... leave me...
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i've left me for this reach on unsanity
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speechless in this silence...
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speaking louder...
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screaming, no one hears
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you're seeing nothing more than you
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care to see what you don't want to see
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garden sick creatures
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the mind grows to fertilize
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the concepts with shit
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touch my hand... sink inside my dreams
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reality distinct to the point of fear
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repeating an idea to over-analyze disgrace
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the strain... overload... blown in your face
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confine this pre-made conception
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force-fed the lie of hope... choke on it
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these truths untold... behold... now pain
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this solitude for a higher love
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striving for some kind
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of excellent emotion
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I don't think you would like to be me
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sexual repression has led to deviance
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Walk A Year In My Mind
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| Soilent Green |
