Disgust...the only thing to feel.
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Gazing upon the ones I once called real.
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To wake, live, and sleep in envy.
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You love the ones who put on the show,
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They give something for you to pose as
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so carefully you mold your flesh to fit the cast.
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I miss your skin, the kind that bled all the misconceptions.
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Led into a snake pit I feel no sympathy,
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you got what you wished for.
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Just one more sheep kissing perfection's cheek.
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I feel no sympathy.
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Kissing Perfection's Cheek
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| This Day Forward |
