| Fuck what you seem to recall. |
| Go back to sleep
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| Ill intentions call me by my first name
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| Honesty’s deported, everything’s unsorted. |
| I can’t pretend anything’s on course.
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| I fail myself
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| Looking back I forced this on myself. |
| Remorse is all that I have kept despite
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| the corpses in my mind
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| I just suspend
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| Still withering in this ruin
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| I forgot to mention that I’ve lost all interest in rebuilding peace
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| All false idols never know the cost of what you do. |
| You’ll always just be full
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| of fucking shit
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| By a thread, I’m still suspending up
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| I just wonder, am I moving on?
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| Still, I’m suspending on the chord I should have cut before with all of my
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| defiling traits I showed to all of the world
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| Wishing I could curse this off one someone worse
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| I wonder if I’ll end up as the first to parish all for nothing but this
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| I’m crippled with this sense of regret
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| Time after time, I just can’t fucking stress enough that the blood in me boiled
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| I fought it off, following nothing. |
| I felt the cut
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| Don’t you fucking forget it you cunt
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| Gasping for air but it won’t fill my fucking lungs
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| Still I won’t beg for abetment. |
| Failing to learn, failing to express myself
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| You just watch off in the background |