A life you built exploiting the dreams of innocents
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Preying on the wide-eyed fantasies of those with the purest intent
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As parasites, they always need a host
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How many lives have you bled?
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Your crooked gain will always find a leech's ending
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There is a reason you cannot sleep
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You found the wages you've sown in greed
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There is no solace in what you seek
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You found that although you have gained it all you had to sacrifice your prize
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After all was said and done you lost your pet
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Rest, it eludes you as spirits fill your head
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Longing for the days when ghosts you used won't follow you into your bed
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So now it's cost the apple of your eyes
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You'll never see her again
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Why can't you see that she is not your property when
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How many lives have you bled?
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After all was said and done, you lost your pet
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Your prize
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Cold And Calculated
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Project 86 |