There are no bonds between a mastermind of Armageddon
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And the ones who vomit forth their fabrication
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Of a life that is blinded by lies
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Funny how it all works out
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This is my chance to control
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You're lying on the shards talking to yourself
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Your innards exposed
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Laughing uncontrollably, crushing your anatomy
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Delusional psychosis has its grip on me
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I just cant fucking wait
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I have the upper hand to do whatever I please
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I'm in love with the fact that you're looking at me
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While you take your last gasp of air
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Crawl back into your comforting hole
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Keep promising yourself that salvation will come
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I really don't think you know the life that you could have
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Just keep thinking everything will be all right
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Keep thinking you can hide from destiny
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I'll keep haunting every move you make
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Let me inside your mind
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I prefer you to defend yourself
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Schizophrenia interrupts the scene of attention
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Let's see how long this will last
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It's normal to dismember, it's normal to contain no regrets
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For what I have caused and the dramatic effect
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My vision's spinning my nose is bleeding
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Everything is slowly distorting
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This is somatically incorrect
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Through hell you will walk to even get the slightest moment of peace
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You haven't even gotten anything close to what you deserve
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It's set in stone and putrefaction will be my oxygen
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Recite your pledge to death and don't forget to die
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Choke on the false hope
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Somatically Incorrect
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Whitechapel |