| Cut the eyes out of my head
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| Tear my tongue out if I speak, if I speak
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| Raise up your camera razor lights
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| Feed the evil and the weak, feed the weak
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| Hear me now
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| My tongue is in your ear
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| The center of your body
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| Is the place I hide the fear of loss
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| Of suicide
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| Suck the hatred from my mouth
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| Raise the dead man that you found, that you found
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| Silver black mud in my lungs
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| Leave me down here wasted with the useless and the stone
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| Leave me now
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| As I choke and writhe
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| But feel my body stuck
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| Upon the dull and silent knife
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| Of my suicide
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| Remove my face from in the mirror
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| Sift my hair into the fire
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| Mock me for the suffering I fake
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| Leave me naked on the carpet, leave my drunken body splayed
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| See me now
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| My broken fingers search your mouth
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| For the drugged and senseless words
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| That are seducing me back home
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| Into my suicide
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| I hate you all for what I’ve done
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| I hate you for the texture and the color of your skin
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| I hate your whispered breath upon my neck
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| I hate you for your love and I hate you for your sex
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| Feel me now
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| I’m growing in your insides
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| The warm feelings that you bring
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| Contain the seeds now flowering
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| Into my suicide |