| I breathe the absence of life, in a part of every breath I take
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| Inhaling afterthoughts of ruin… and regret
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| So no hope remains as I take another glass of pain
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| And I swallow knowing things will stay the same
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| I see that everything has gone so wrong for me
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| And I wait and see if I can welcome back the light
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| I’m following the suffering
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| And the ones that never heal
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| They’re a part of me and I can’t just leave them behind
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| So I cry these acid tears, as I weep for those like me
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| The ones whose apathy, ahderes them to this fate
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| So I lie awake and the bottle always calls my name
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| With an offering that I cannot refuse
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| Who will come to taste the quality of despair
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| It’s so sweet that I enjoy it time and time again
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| Is it charity that calls to me selling fragments of her soul
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| Is a part of me foolish enough to indulge
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| When the time comes let the blow come quickly and the blood run red
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| I worry not 'cause I’m already dead
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| So I’ll not speak my last words
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| For I’ve already said enough
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| Their painted on the walls
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| So will you bleed for me
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| And together we will cross the sea
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| Two for the ferryman to take our souls across
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| I see that everything has gone so wrong for me
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| And I wait to see if I can welcome back the light
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| Following the suffering for the best parts of my life
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| Now your rid of me
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| But I’m not the only one |