| This is my body at war!
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| No hesitation, this is entrapment entangling me
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| Where’s my attorney to defend or keep my mind from indulging?
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| I’ve failed! |
| And my nerves have lost their touch
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| My eyes can’t see so much and if my heart is the next to go
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| How my brain will scream and let my body know!
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| My tongue is drafting treaties that my stomach can’t hold
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| My throat’s been fed lies that it’s finding too hard to swallow
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| And my liver? |
| Oh god, how it knows that I’m poisoning it
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| So it grows and exposes it’s fangs. |
| And it’s good friends
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| The veins, feel exactly the same;
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| Abandoned, lost, clogged with smoke and ashamed
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| But as for the blame? |
| No, the blame’s not with me
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| It’s with you. |
| Is it true you’re less girl than disease?
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| If this is it, let’s make it a big one!
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| Let’s just seize until our blood starts dancing with fire and our bones explode
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| The marrow will drip slowly through whichever wounds are open
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| Taking my skin by surprise. |
| Oh, you’re wrong!
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| You think your body is so fucking strong
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| It’s not! |
| You’re just a flesh-wrapped present for a graveyard
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| With intestines ribboning around you as knots
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| Can’t you see I’m spitting out my taste? |
| You did the very same
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| And when we are through, will the worms even want us
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| Or will they take bites of our skin and decide we’d make terrible dirt?
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| To tell you the truth and be crushingly honest:
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| I know I’ve heard that bodies are temples but when temples sink into the ground
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| They lose all their worth. |
| Life’s a dance? |
| Well, death takes out the grace |