Violent screams have me buckled down
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From the way that it seems
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We need a remedy
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Embody me and kill this aching emptiness
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These are just fantasies
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Embalming me
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As I sleep
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What if you covered the face of the sun
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I am just a man what gives me hope
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I've shrouded the pain for too long
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I'm under the gun
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As I take a breath and take the plunge
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We expose our fears
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As these two cities burn
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In the back of my mind
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The will to move the will to die
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So I guess these tombs are
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More suited for the living
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Behind the curse reveals a man
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And I'm broken down
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Is it just possibly
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Revealing me
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No time to breathe
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What if you covered the face of the sun
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I am just a man what gives me hope
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I've shrouded the pain for too long
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I'm under the gun
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As I take a breath and take the plunge
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We expose our fears
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As these two cities burn
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In the back of my mind
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The will to hope the will to die
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What weathers him in the night
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And if misery shadows fate
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Then I've been caught
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Caught living on borrowed time
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This is my life
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Life on a splintering thread
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Open my eyes
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And blind this soul
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Swing by the sway
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Clinched to the thread
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This is my life
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At the hands of a serrated edge
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Open my eyes
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And blind this soul
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Tear from my mouth
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The most violent screams
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What if you covered the face of the sun
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I am just a man what gives me hope
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I've shrouded the pain for too long
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I'm under the gun
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As I take a breath and take the plunge
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We expose our fears
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As these two cities burn
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In the back of my mind
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It's almost time
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The will to move
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It's almost time
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The will to hope
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It's almost time
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The will to die
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Trigger Happy Tarantula
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| A Static Lullaby |
