when candles and incense are not enough
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to dispel the death i die every day
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when an alter cloth over my wounds
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cannot stop the bleeding
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nor still my pain
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. . . i'd gather razors' sharpest light
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to see how it came to be this way
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that the sinking in my head becomes
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the death i die. . . death i die
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when figurines twinkle as they crash to the floor
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and the diamonds crumble when there are no more
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when my body lingers at the killing site
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gathering the sharpest stones for the chosen one
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. . . i'd gather razors of sharpest light
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to see how it came to be this way
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that the sinking in my head becomes
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the death i die. . .
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fire and wine and burning lies
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bring me to this crazy fear
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fire and wine and burning eyes
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live the master of my tears
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but when the hour has broken us
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we shall wonder - wonder who it was
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and how it came to be this way
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the death i die every fucking day
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and when the demons of my mind
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come to claw for scraps tonight
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i shall kill them one by one
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and feed their corpses to the sun
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when the demons¡¦the demons of my¡¦mind
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come to claw for table scraps tonight
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and when the demons the demons of my mind
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come to claw for table scraps tonight
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well i shall kill them one by one
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by one¡¦by one¡¦by one¡¦by one¡¦
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by one¡¦by one¡¦by one¡¦by one¡¦
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How It Came to Be This Way
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Autumn (Rock) |