| So who’s to say we can’t die in our dreams?
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| Sometimes dark but always so bitter and bleak
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| A slave to some, but the mind’s eye sees what it wants to see
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| Bitter blood and poisoned tongue is all that’s left of me
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| How will this world pass away?
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| Let me fall through the cracks and in darkness slip away
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| When will the dead rise from their graves?
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| A forgotten casket, a hole in the earth
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| A place to spend my last days
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| Take my two hands and put them on my throat
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| God, give me a mirror so I can watch myself choke
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| Automatic erotica
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| Suicidal neurotica
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| I hope now you see you’re nothing like me
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| Peel back my flesh
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| And see there’s nothing inside me
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| Peel back my flesh
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| And show you what empty really means
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| I’ll show the world how little you mean
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| You don’t mean a fucking thing to me
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| You don’t mean a fucking thing to me
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| You don’t mean a fucking thing to me
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| You don’t mean a fucking thing to me
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| How will this world pass away?
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| Let me fall through cracks and in darkness slip away
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| When will the dead rise from their graves?
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| A forgotten casket, a hole in the earth
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| A place to spend my last days
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| Take two hands and put them on my throat
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| God, give me a mirror so I can watch myself choke
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| How will this world pass away?
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| How will this world pass away?
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| Like a scar waiting for new skin
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| Wounds heal
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| Like a scar waiting for new skin
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| I’ll never be the same again |