the language of the lie
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barbed and callous tongues shall lick
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behind the thinnest doors
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a web of falsehood so unfolds
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humility
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pride dissected maliciously
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a mockery
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bonds dissolve in endless mimickery
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cruelly illuminated the subject of shallow spectacle
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inherent weaknesses revealed
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contact withers to a lull
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once perfect pictures now stained with fingerprints
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tragedy fucks jealousy
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the human heartstrings bend and break
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vultures with human eyes, can you feel them circling?
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preying on tender moments
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the failures of purest dream
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our selfish means are the means to this fucking end
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a knife for every spine of every man
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nails scratching into the flesh until fibers are broken
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something's got to give
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the bottoms of bottles no longer ease the pain
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and the bathroom mirror reflects the face of autonomy
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man must invert
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internalize the pain
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the sequence replays in the mind
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the human heartstrings bend and break
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vultures with human eyes, can you feel them circling?
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preying on tender moments
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the failures of purest dream
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our selfish means are the means to this fucking end
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a knife for every spine of every man
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away a lot ugly answers lie somewhere in between
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intrinsic disregard and the burden of weakness
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they're sharpening
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the knives are always sharpening
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a life now stained with fingerprints
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something's got to give!
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Miscarriage
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The Black Dahlia Murder |