The first night after your release,
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No one expects you to get much sleep.
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You're the waking walking dead.
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In my case, I'm not much better.
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Walk through the kitchen and grab a marker.
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Trace the path the blood will flow.
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The lines I wear around my wrists are there to prove that I exist.
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Tomorrow it will be easier to forgive myself, and remember her
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Without a guilty head, these nightmare lines, an empty heart.
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We take for granted all the things that make us who we are.
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Get up. Get dressed. Go to work. They all know who you are.
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They can't believe you'd show up here, but that's just who they are.
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Set up shop at your machine, calibrate, remember who you are.
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Here lies clarity in a perfect grave comprised of perfect steel.
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The perfect blade glows a perfect white against the perfect lines from this perfect night.
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I'm the perfect picture of complacency, and that's all I feel.
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Slow motion replaces real time,
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As the horror fills their eyes.
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These claws will never kill again.
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[These lines I wear around my wrists
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are there to prove that I exist..
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..these lines I wear around my wrists..]
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I am a monster clothed in crimson sleeves
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and perforated lines where my wrists should be.
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A warehouse full of workers scramble like a pack of
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bewildered wolves as my world turns black,
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and I fall. [x5]
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Purging
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Boysnightout (Boys Night Out) |