Spit slides like sludge from the lips
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Mumbling the lost words of a Fall grievance
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I can barely speak to you with purple lips and a cracked smile
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Ripped apart in unequaled confusion
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Always sewing my stability back together with the thinnest of twine
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Rip and sew
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Rip and sew
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Rip and sew
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Put me back together
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Rip and sew
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Rip and sew
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Rip and sew
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Put me back together
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Split apart at all the vital seams
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And the tears that seep from my eyes drip and mix with blood and ink
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Blood, tears, and ink in a pirouette of mayhem and tranquillity
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It¡¯s a whitewash of emotion
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Sweat kisses my tongue and I know that I¡¯m still real
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I know that I¡¯m still alive with myself
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I yell out your name and choke frothing deprivation
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The nourishment of loss
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Asleep with asleep
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Creeping, inching, crawling across the floor toward the gate
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¡®cause that¡¯s where the flowers bloom and wilt
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Roses laced with blood and drool
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Watching the pigment drain away from petals clung to my body
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Angelic and sweet
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I¡¯m losing feeling
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Raking open my chest with thorns
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Shed back the skin
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Exposed to he elements
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Frigid cold violent dedication
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A human desecration
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10 Fingers (My Last Ten Minutes)
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Circle Of Dead Children |