| The worst is yet to come; |
| that’s what they said
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| A noise, a whisper, just voices inside my head
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| We spoke of lies that could raise the dead
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| A noise, a whisper, just voices inside my head
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| Phantom limbs and buried sins
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| I’m giving «undead» a whole ne meaning
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| Buried at sea or buried with me
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| This is my faith crashing
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| Remove the heart from this machine
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| Because all I want is an ending
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| I can see the veins under my skin
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| Death’s hand is knocking
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| I’s time to let him in
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| He can see my hollow heart and it’s too late to start again
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| Bitter sweet is death to me
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| Too fucked to start again
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| Bitter sweet is death to me
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| Too fucked to start again
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| A dying breath while I eat the dead because nothing lasts forever
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| Reconstruct this life for me
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| I need lies to breathe
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| Say a prayer to God for me
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| Because only my sins are remembered
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| We spoke of lies that could raise the dead
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| These were eyes that could never see an angel’s wings in atrophy
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| Am I alive or just breathing?
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| This world is dead to me
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| A grave without a name is where you’ll find me
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| Just voices inside my head
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| I can see the veins under my skin
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| Death’s hand is knocking
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| It’s time to let him in
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| He can see my hollow heart and it’s too late to start again
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| Bitter sweet is death to me
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| Too fucked to start again |