Aching for fact, still as blind as a bat.
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How did it come to this and which way is back?
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Filled up with riddles of the shallowest kind.
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Brought down and violated (they're) after a piece of my mind.
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Blue blood inside, turns to red as it dies.
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The air we breathe is out make sure we're cold and dried.
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Killing our damn selves and cutting the cord.
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This type of damage, only a few can afford.
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Full eyes, overloading with light.
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Stretching lungs nearly splitting so full of night.
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Pure skin slithering to my lips,
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this jawbone changing form, dark as it drips.
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Silence roaring in the blinding of black.
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Contorting limbs are mutating with every crack.
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The demon builds till the edges are filled.
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Turning back is not an option in this womb of midnight drilled
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Killing time till the six foot slab drops down.
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Wasting mind on the pleasures that really aren't.
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I'd be fine if I only had it all
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everything, affluence wall to wall.
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A dripping sexuality on ice.
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A closet full of guns and whores and life
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A needle to encapsulate my heart
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and cold machines to tear this place apart.
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I don't want to touch you.
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I've got nothing for you.
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I am nothing of you.
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Yes, I must say I'm above you.
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Not of My Kind
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Luxt |