| I am
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| I am
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| Torment, bone and flesh I am
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| Breeding
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| Bleeding
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| For something I can’t stand
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| And I change sometimes
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| A few opinions
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| Anything that ever crossed my mind
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| And I’m thinking too much
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| And I can’t take it
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| I sleep
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| I sleep
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| Almost every night I sleep
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| Breathing
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| Breathing
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| For something I won’t stand
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| And I shed my skin
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| A few incisions
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| Anything that ever crossed my mind
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| And I’ve been here too long
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| And I’m a kill, see?
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| Don’t say nothing now
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| 'Cuz I’d rather not know
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| If only days in which I suffer
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| Could be over than I would
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| Say nothing else
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| Even though I’m allowed
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| It all just tastes somewhat fucked up
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| And you fade away
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| Read it in the fucking book
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| I wrote it yesterday and used your sisters blood as ink
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| Spread it against all fucking tollerance
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| And I’m free now
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| Senile
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| By all torn-out means I vow
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| To bring the end
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| Bend as far as I can bend
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| And I shed my skin
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| A few incisions
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| Anything that ever crossed my mind
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| And I’ve been here too long
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| And I’m a kill, see?
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| Don’t say nothing now
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| 'Cuz I’d rather not know
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| If only days in which I suffer
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| Could be over than I would
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| Say nothing else
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| Even though I’m allowed
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| It all just tastes somewhat fucked up
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| And you fade away
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| (As) In early days, when I thought
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| Skin could ever exist without cuts
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| And pain was nothing but a lure
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| Let me bite
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| Give me nothing in return
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| In disgust
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| It’s marking me…
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| Dance on the youngs early grave
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| See the distant fallen light
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| For which I crave
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| Can not escape it…
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| (You can’t stop this for happning
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| It’s all shit
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| Let it split) |