Could you imagine if I were to spill emotions down upon you?
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The streets would flood
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Eyes torn and acid scathed and bright crimson visionary of the apocalypse
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Randomly place my guilt on your back
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With the hands of surgeon
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Could you take the thorn in my side?
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I prayed for yours
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I prayed for yours
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No way to torture me that I have not yet dealt onto myself
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When you cut your wrists veins to my mouth for your sickness would make me elated
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Cut your wrists on the toasting glass
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A toast to my happiness
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The crystal image that I broke
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When bone burns
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When clouds spin
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Hate this sin, hate this sin, hate this sin
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The vision your soul holds... did you forget to grasp it?
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You’ll learn to love again
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I never forgot
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Mouth full
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My lungs are sinking
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With a new coat of self-esteem I’ll go out tomorrow and stalk you dreams
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I prayed for yours
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I prayed for yours
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I prayed for your dreams
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Sons of Nameless
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| Circle Of Dead Children |
