| Underneath I arrive, at my ending south of the lights
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| Silence golden, revel in shine
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| Bloodshot eye, diversions disguise
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| Still listening, keep it up. |
| Mouth of shadows, make your luck
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| Face to face, cowards amongst, given the chance, give a fuck…
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| Below the graves, I don’t believe I’ll ever need to see this depth anyway
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| Honestly I’ve had dreams of pulling your teeth
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| What we’ve learned, what we’ve lost, all in the same year, such a cost
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| Finding out where the whispers draw near
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| Echoes steal the waves like air
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| Pulling your teeth out of your mouth
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| Where demons sleep, killing the sound
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| Below the graves, I don’t believe I’ll ever need to see this depth anyway
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| Honestly I’ve had dreams of pulling your teeth out one by one, one by one,
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| pulling your teeth out… |