| Chewing on razorblades again
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| Suckling wounds that forever unend
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| These bastard screams in whirlwind screams
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| Spoken tragedy of blackened dreams
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| Poison words fill the air again
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| With the strength to tear my skin
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| As the damned engulf our lives
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| Following the sea of unlit eyes
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| Retaliation burns a desperate flame around my throat
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| The pressure’s building up, I want to make my tongue explode
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| The bastard screams, they keep calling me
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| Spoken tragedy of blackened dreams
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| The bastard screams, they keep calling me
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| Why won’t they just let me die?
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| Won’t they let me dye?
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| Ablaze my soul, feel the blow as I fool and take the delta pain
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| What I say is that we feed the deltas to the dogs
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| What I feel, what I know is that I’d find a better life below
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| Somewhere in the earth, where I won’t hear the sound
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| Retaliation burns a desperate flame around my throat
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| The pressure’s building up, I want to make my tongue explode
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| If I let go I might have found the way to go
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| At least I get to feel my nerve
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| The bastard screams, they keep calling me
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| Spoken tragedy of blackened dreams
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| The bastard screams, they keep calling me
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| Why won’t they just let me die?
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| A bullet doesn’t fly a thousand miles away
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| Just like I couldn’t die a thousand deaths
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| But if I keep this flame of bitterness and hate
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| It will keep me warm until my dying day
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| I hear them
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| I feel them
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| I loathe them
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| These words become my world |