| I feel abandoned by the look on my face, suffering the blame
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| I’ve laid in graves of the rains
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| Weight of hollow breath
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| Swallowing the darkness, the only thing I’ve left
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| So much passion from driving nails in my lungs
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| The darkest hour when my life is in ruins, I scrape the walls with broken flesh
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| from above
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| I’ve taken daggers in my back and replaced
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| Fading out again
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| I pull away from the pain, sucking out the death
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| Swallowing the darkness, the only thing I’ve left
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| So much passion from driving nails in my lungs
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| The darkest hour when my life is in ruins, I scrape the walls with broken flesh
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| from above
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| And we stood in that room and watched it cover all of us
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| Like the plague it covered us all
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| And I loved loving you was the last thing she said
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| And I loved loving you was the last thing I said
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| The sky went red
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| The sky went red
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| The sky went red
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| Turn your back and run
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| So much passion from driving nails in my lungs
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| The darkest hour when my life is in ruins, I scrape the walls with broken flesh
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| from above
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| With broken flesh from above, I light fire to this hell
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| And with broken flesh from above. |
| I cut it’s fuckin' head off |