| Name your poison
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| On this broken floor
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| I’ve seen this end before
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| You are in this trap alone
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| Don’t think for a second you’re going home
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| Rigid fingers won’t make it right
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| Close your eyes while you pray for sight
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| Only pain in this disposition
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| Keep returning your strength for this weakness
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| I say fuck the system
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| Use the wisdom as the catalyst
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| Then we’ll burn it all down
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| Do you feel ready?
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| My back is turned on you
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| So pure and fitting
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| The demons that could be are killing you
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| You’re most unwilling
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| Eyes roll back with the burn of a companion
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| In hell you’re drifting
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| The demons that could be will make it right
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| Doomed to this subtle end
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| Attachment not a friend
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| Feel sick you’re the witness
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| Comprehension fails you
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| Now its death entails you
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| This phallic shit must stop
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| Its mockery sends out the closing crop
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| Facing westward
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| You must travel alone
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| Take one last look at its bitter laugh
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| And one day a priest will release you
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| I will no longer be your sober fantasy
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| Do you feel ready?
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| My back is turned on you
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| So pure and fitting
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| The demons that could be are killing you
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| You’re most unwilling
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| Eyes roll back with the burn of a companion
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| In hell you’re drifting
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| The demons that could be will make it right
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| Do you feel ready?
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| My back is turned on you
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| So pure and fitting
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| The demons that could be are killing you |