The acidic taste still rapes my tounge
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The metallic torrent still rings true in my ears
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Unable to open my being to a soul
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Unwilling to share this out of regret and fear
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Here I stand with my eyes clenched shut
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Apathy is therapy until pried open
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By this subtle perfection
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By this sullen reflection
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By disbelief in intention
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Cleansed by the doubt that now consumes me
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I swore I could feel
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My blood falls like glass
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My eyes open at last
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Chokes the sky with my blood
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Drowns the world in my blood
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Teaches me as a boy
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Nothing is free but death
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Why must I question this
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Until another day, I maintin that
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My kindness is naught but a cross I must bear
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The pleasure of finding the flaw
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In these halls of anger
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In these halls of anguish
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Time allots for the chance to take
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That I
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Will take in time
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Unless it's passed me by
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And I'm about to be stung
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I've lived long enough to know it only lurks in fairy tales
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Addiction to a situation
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It's setting in, I'm giving in
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Deprivation now comprable to pissing
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Nails
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Fucking nails
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I witness my own death
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Every time I see your face
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Staring at me blankly with
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It's apathetic eyes
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I hide
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Every facet of this realm
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Tearing from this inner womb
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The worm of adolescence
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Squirming in it's ashen grave
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What of this scent
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What of this vision
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If this is love
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If this is love
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How can it be real
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Null Response (Lost Transmission)
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Dark Day Dawning |