| A hollow grin through black teeth you’ve found your way in
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| Your god is smiling at you from the foil
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| You’ve filled a vacancy in hell with your murder of crows
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| It’s time to burn the bulb erase the soul
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| No use to lie now
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| You are indentured to a black tar lord
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| A diluted gain with vermillion stains
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| The peril remains
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| A pseudo blend of elation
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| When the devil reveals to be the source of your inner conflict you repress
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| It’s the grinding of teeth and the opening of sores that ushers you in
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| Mephitic tomb just a stone’s throw away from your son
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| And now your single-wide is boarded up
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| A treasure gone it’s been plundered from your sunken eyes
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| Your mother cries she can’t take no more
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| No use to lie now
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| You are indentured to a black tar lord
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| A diluted gain with vermillion stains
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| The peril remains
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| A pseudo blend of elation
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| When the devil reveals to be the source of your inner conflict you repress
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| It’s the grinding of teeth and the opening of sores that ushers you in
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| I crawl inside your lungs to set you free
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| Get thee behind me, Satan
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| Engulfed by the stench of self ruin
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| With numbness that feels complete
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| I set sorrow upon the family
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| Auditory hallucination
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| My tracks of love upon your face
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| We fall together into the grave |