Hell rains upon me
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With the reigns of atomic end
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It doesn¡¯t matter what I believe
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Cause in the end it¡¯s all about the means
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These winds are no longer safe for breathing
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They convey the fatal blow
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But a vessel that special delivers its poisons,
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They¡¯re flowing straight into my lungs
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I should have know that it would end this way
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But I was locked up, shut down, shoving it all away
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I was in denial
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And now know you¡¯re all guilty too
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You¡¯re all fucking guilty
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There¡¯s a sickness in my body
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Every pore, every aperture, an avenue
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For the life to escape it's host
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Everything I touch I leave my husk behind
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Empty bones and undertones of fumes that sear my soul,
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I¡¯ll repair these tattered lungs
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With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue
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I¡¯m too sick to move
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I¡¯m too weak to make it through
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The soil I lay upon has been polluted with the truth
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And I¡¯m too sick to move
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Arms made of lead along with a shortness of breath,
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Brought on by armies of dead men
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With no sense of regret
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There¡¯s a sickness in my body
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Every pore, every aperture, an avenue
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For the life to escape it's host
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Everything I touch I leave my husk behind
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Empty bones and undertones of fumes that sear my soul,
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I¡¯ll repair these tattered lungs
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With a drop of cyanide upon my tongue
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Now my lungs, are filled with a creeping dose of
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Bitter disgust, for the world I used to trust
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The world has yet to see, what can truly be unleashed
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When you fuck with the, intercontinental travesty
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A Creeping Dose
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In Fear And Faith |