with plastic face designs covered over a hell infested you.
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your fingerprints marked in blood.
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helpless to save you.
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useless to purify a lingering sin.
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in rubber rooms that float.
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every bounding speck a memoir.
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your devoted laughter silence.
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no one listens.
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a world full of ears become deaf.
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they scratch at the scars but blood still drips from their eyes.
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with plastic face design.
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we become fools to your lies.
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hopeless to save.
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useless to name.
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your every desire to die.
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Silent Death, Crowded Lives
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| 7 Angels 7 Plagues |
