| And the clots, they never stop
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| They barricade my veins
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| And the clots keep building up
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| They suffocate my brain
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| I built them to destroy myself
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| They’re circling the prey
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| I push until I break
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| I feel them start to scrape
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| The core of all I am is chiseling away
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| And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time
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| We turn to mud or turn to stone, it’s the grand design
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| A maze of petrified hearts and I’m lost inside
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| We all self-destruct, to love is to deny
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| And that is life
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| And the clots, they never stop
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| They tear beneath my skin
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| And the clots keep building up
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| They rip new holes again
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| You’re here to turn me inside out
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| And then turn me away
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| For all my life I’d choke
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| On clouds of Savior’s smoke
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| Until my blackened soul was burning away
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| And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time
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| We turn to mud or turn to stone, it’s the grand design
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| A maze of petrified hearts and I’m lost inside
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| We all self-destruct, to love is to deny
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| And that is life
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| We build our castles and we stomp them back to dust
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| Like ants, we climb the hill again
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| Tell me how many times
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| Am I supposed to die
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| Before you lift the cross and let a man rise
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| And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time
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| We turn to mud or turn to stone, it’s the grand design
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| A maze of petrified hearts and I’m lost inside
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| We all self-destruct, to love is to deny
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| And that is life
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| We are the clots |