I crawled for miles, slit open by a trail of thorns.
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I prowled, I prowled for vapid avenue.
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slurring every word I wished I said.
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Stranded, a nocturnal hell hole.
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I have a dread of becoming a martyr.
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pry it out. pry it out.
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pavement.
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spits back when the clock strikes.
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I crawled for miles and miles.
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take the palms.
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save the fright from...
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I sprawled protypical creature.
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mouthwide on a cobblestone canvas.
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time lapse.
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rejected donors.
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flee from the scene.
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blind numb.
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on a whiskey slicked highway.
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I'm reeling towards a the temptation at hand.
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fog lights.
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disjointed lightning.
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nausceous nausceous,
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I'm drooling right on cue.
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I'm sleeping in a pew.
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It's all a misconstrued,
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god damn this night.
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Fabricate.
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deny.
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until the beat makes you sick.
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guttershark.
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prescribe.
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the man is void of reason.
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I crawled for miles and miles.
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till the palm's called it quit's. yeah.
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I crawled for miles and miles.
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take the palm's
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save the fright from...fear grips me.
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drained, pissed, drowned.
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you might cut a man just to watch him bleed.
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you might cure yourself of this plague.
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you might spill your gut's to this blood thirsty crowd.
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they might think I'm you.
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I'm gonne end up you.
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you can't shake it the fear the voice the tremble the bittersweet melody is
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deafening
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so hide your broken halo from me.
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Guttershark
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The Bled |