skyscrapers - are crumbling - mountains move in my path
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the streets lights - are twisting - pulling me to the earth
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My veins are anchored in this city - I am defeated by this lack of conviction
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I am crushed - by 800 miles - eyes widened in self loathing
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when the fucking dirt proves stronger
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than the most pure emotion that I've ever fucking had
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so what is left in life - but my destruction?
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why do my lungs still gasp - when I no longer breathe for you?
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where is the truth in my existence - when I have been cut off from
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your tender fingertips - all that I've known falls down around me
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every twisting tree and dead end street reminding me of you
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taking me back
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a year
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my life crawls on without you - amongst the endless snowing sheets
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disheartening moments of salvation come to me only when I am asleep
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I no longer stomach the denial - hiding the weakness of my being.
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the day to day has been a slow blur since you left
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only (your) forgiveness sets me free
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free
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the bridges - collapsing - hillsides are growing fast
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the pavement - is shifting - quicksand controls my will
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I question life and its true meaning
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I am defeated by this feebleness of will
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frenzied thoughts arrest my mind
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as I descend towards my eminent destruction
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the only thing I can rely on - when I lie even to myself
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skyscrapers - are crumbling - mountains are closing in my path
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the streets lights - are twisting - pulling me to the earth
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My veins are anchored in this city
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I am defeated by this lack of conviction
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am i already dead? I proceed hollow - unloved
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I am our burnt out memory - self muutilation is my mainstay
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tear me away - from the pictures of your face
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pry my eyes from your written word
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tear me away - from the bondage of regret
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convince me that I am alive
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this is the end - the end of everything
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all I held dear - has slipped from my grasp
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this is the end - the end of everything
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all whom I've loved - are fucking memories
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this is the end - the end of everything
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as I am ripe - for this demise
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this is the end - this is the end of everything
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I kneel - godless and beaten
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I long for moments when my eyes aren't blinded by emptiness.
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(And The Chorus Sang) A Dead Refrain
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The Black Dahlia Murder |