| Suffocate in this belief, like nails driven through my feet
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| Our throats are set in stone
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| Our feet are cast in lead
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| Drag the sun further and further away
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| The words you say mean nothing to me
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| Burn
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| Burn
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| Each breath is the beasts, if we believe
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| If we believe
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| One, two, fuck you
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| We are the pale horse
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| We afflict the self
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| We are the pale horse
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| We bind the self to loss
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| Lungs fill with sand
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| This life caves in
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| As we burn, we afflict the self
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| This masquerade becomes our flesh
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| There is no happily ever after, in the end
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| There is no cure
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| I can’t get you out of my head
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| I sink and drown as fairy tales end
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| Lungs fill with sand
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| This life caves in
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| As we burn, we afflict the self
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| We are the pale horse wrapped in flesh
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| We are the pale horse, afflicted again and again
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| We are the pale horse
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| End this now
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| We are the pale horse afflicted again and again and again and again
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| We are the pale horse
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| End this now
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| We are the pale horse afflicted again and again |