| A rip in my flesh when the teeth sink in
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| It’s far too late, I don’t see you, my friend
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| Not a matter of if, just a matter of when
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| You’re pulling me down just to feed me again
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| As the pain of my hunger calls from within
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| An insane bloodlust, a feast born of mortal sin
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| Oh, won’t you tear me down now?
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| Oh, can’t you break the sound now?
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| I know it’s over and the time is short
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| No control, this is my last resort
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| Cutting into myself just to satisfy
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| Crawling into the dirt, feeding myself to the fire!
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| Oh, won’t you tear me down now?
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| Oh, can’t you break the sound now?
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| Oh, won’t you tear me down now?
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| Oh, can’t you break the sound now?
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| Oh, won’t you tear me down now?
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| Oh, can’t you break the sound now? |