As I walk through the coldness
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You feel the savoury warmth
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Your sweet engine will turn my tumours into gold
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The world has an illness
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It is a disease called man
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Crawl into the bitter skies of youth again
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You deserve better
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You deserve more
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I deserve nothing
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Arachnid shelter
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Images of paralysis
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Melancholic abrasions melt my nerves
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I cherish the way you cleanse my troubled eyes
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Sever my memories
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in an abyss they freeze like my love
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we have reached the pinnacle of infinity too soon
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You deserve better
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You deserve more
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I deserve nothing
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Arachnid shelter
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Arachnid shelter
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Now all I can trust is pain
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The clusters of pain feel so real
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Maybe one day I'll feel the heat of your sun again
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Slowly I suffocate
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stitch up my lungs and leave me sober
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I'll be thinking of you whilst aching for my last breath
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You deserve better
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You deserve more
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I deserve nothing
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Arachnid shelter
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Your sweet engine will turn my tumours into gold
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We will gulp 'til we are old
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T.H.C. brain
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Gold
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