midnight, we kill.
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we slaughter the tongue of revolution.
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to our graves, we are marked by the stain of lust.
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how many times can i trust in you, my beloved friend?
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because every time i trust, i lose.
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so i believe in nothing, nothing.
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because of you, i still believe in nothing.
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because of you, i still believe in nothing.
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i'll always know my place in this world.
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no longer fit in your fucking world anymore.
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your lust ruins everything.
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like a growing target on my back, i feel the knives are chasing.
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see my eyes are no longer blind.
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see my eyes are no longer blind.
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there is a purpose in life today.
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destroying you every step of the way.
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from this point on - no more friends.
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i know my role in this world.
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don't fit in your fucking world.
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this once meant everything to me.
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now another forgotten effigy.
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because only scars remain.
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broken bones form a hope that's been left grey.
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i die every time i hear your fucking name.
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been left grey.
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been left grey.
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and there is a purpose in life today.
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rise to your feet, as we march to our graves.
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fight back.
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there is a purpose in life today.
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rise to your feet, as we march to our graves.
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i can still feel your thoughts ripping me apart, tearing me apart.
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ripping you apart. tearing us apart.
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This Is Love, This Is Murderous
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Bleeding Through |