| Back sucking life
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| I still see feel a collapsing heart
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| And felt the proper body, a temple in ruins
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| Covered in crawling, gasping wounds
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| Even on the preachers’s tongue
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| Rising from the womb
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| And I lay in my death and suffering
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| Forgotten and erased
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| I stand here weeping
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| In open wounds
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| We are light now
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| Supposedly from all the suffering
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| Don’t save me, I am supporting death
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| A collapsed heart, supporting the death of her
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| A portal to a place
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| I regret all of her
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| Even on the preachers’s tongue
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| Rising from the flaming womb
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| Rising like the final wave
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| Falling as we must save her
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| We are all choking from the inside now
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| Look again as the walls burn
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| Rising fire
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| Here we find the last of the answer
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| Burning and breaking down
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| They said moaning, we all learn now
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| For wretchedness |