Written by Jerry Cantrell
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There's no out, downside up for good
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No light, reflection understood
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Had to try, perversion satisfied
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Insane...so, I indulge the beast awhile
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When hurting yourself feels right
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And there's nothing familiar in sight
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Take the time to pull the weeds
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Choking flowers in your life
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Or seal your doom
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Cold transparent blue
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Locked inside a room
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In solitude
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There's no flesh, my own ghost awaits
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Unclean, defiled, hallucinatory state
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Lust, sloth, not my only sins
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It's just how, when it's time, on a degradation trip...yeah
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When hurting yourself feels right
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Long gone the will to fight
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Take the time to pull the weeds choking flowers in your life
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Or seal your doom
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Cold transparent blue
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Locked inside a room
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In solitude
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Insanity takes you
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So black it's untrue
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So black it's untrue
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Solitude
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Jerry Cantrell |