| So let me take this medicine
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| To quench my love for violent things
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| My swan song will
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| Be like a bullet laced in anger
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| As the razor cuts the soft spot on your heel
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| Each breath is getting slower
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| This war is getting harder to fight by myself
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| Sick waves of bitter fashion
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| Ripped down the shield that I have
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| Tears rain from above
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| Do you see the life I lead?
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| So follow me into the sun
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| And I will bleed the poisons dry
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| These bayonet scars never cease
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| To blind the light shed from the beast
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| And all we do is hate
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| Eyes shot from constant visions
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| Angels are rendered useless
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| Good has lost its heart
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| Do you see the life I lead?
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| So follow me into the sun
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| And I will bleed the poisons dry
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| For you
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| For you
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| For you
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| For you
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| For you
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| Bite to break skin, don’t give the secret
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| My stoic face, beaten with passion
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| The phoenix will die inside the fire storm
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| I am the son, follow my footsteps
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| Bite to break skin, don’t give the secret
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| My stoic face, beaten with passion
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| The phoenix will die inside the fire storm
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| I am the son, follow my footsteps |