Can't you see how far I've bent?
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Fuel abuse at my expose.
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The link that's crawl up silken threads and, swift, entomb the not quite dead.
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That sickening numbness Lindsight hides, like spiders creeps out from inside.
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Remember, simply don't pretend; both good and bad will come to end.
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How love's blindfold wears so thin...
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The World's too strange when seen without!
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The arrow's head plunged so far in my body taught me just how to live on without.
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You tore away a part of my body.
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So virgin pure, you fed off blood from my soul.
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No longer will your silhouette haunt me.
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Reject obsession, let it born in the cold.
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Writhing, wriggling free from all the superficial constraints.
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But that sickening numbness hindsight hides, like spiders, creeps out from inside.
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How love's blindfold wears so thin...
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The World's too strange when seen without!
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The arrow's head plunged so far in my body taught me just how to live on without.
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Your fingers burn their prints on my skin.
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But, greedy hands can't grope their way into my mind.
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No more (permanent sears) with your venom reach my awe-glazed eyes.
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Though, (permanent) my last hope was strangled; although you've burned me.
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Your fingers burn their prints on my skin.
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That corpse constantly shadowing my every move.
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With each step I take, pavement grinds my flesh away.
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The precious, static rest beneath my slumber holds me up though persuasion pulls me down.
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Momento Mori
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The Agonist |