Reap my soul. I whisper cruel words
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that only I can hear. I dream in a never
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ending line of tragedy. Reap my soul.Disposition
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neck braced by insecurity. Let freedom
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ring in my ears, painfully. And muffle
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this bell with the hand of pessimism and
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render it useless.
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You can't stop this
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thought like a passing train wreck it barrels
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through my brain, paralyzing. In this state
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your words become the dagger then, and I'm
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left bleeding. These wounds of trust I
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know as tunnel vision creates my only
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sanctuary. As hope manifests itself in the
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thought of an end. This dying breath.
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Reap my soul.
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I'm not sure I can go on. Drag me down into this world.
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Replace my heart with your machine and see if it still bleeds.(And see if it still bleeds) I'll cover my tracks so you can't trace this accident to me.
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Become my enemy.(x4)
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Reap my soul. And my eyelids now have become my enemies
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I fight them to save myself from this scene.
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As the groundwork of my nightmares is
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created now, I stand helpless to this chaos in my
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head and yet the chaos stands beautifully
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now like a carefully designed city of
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conformity.
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And I'll keep you awake tonight and
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I'll hurt you until sunrise in this attempt to
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displace this pulsing attack on my senses.
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Reap my soul.
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'Cuz I'm not sure I can go on.
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Now drag me down into your world.
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Replace my heart with your machine and see if it still bleeds. (And see if it still bleeds)
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I'll cover my tracks (so you can't trace)so you can't trace this
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accident to me (this accident to me).
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[Spoken: Tunnel vision creates my own sanctuary so it manifests itself in the thought of an end...My eyelids become my enemies]
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Drag me down now!
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Replace My Heart
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| The Killing Tree |
