| Have you kissed the ground
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| In service of the needless
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| Forgotten face
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| Found tucked away
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| And vacuum black
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| This ghost has been with you
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| All along
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| My voice is lost, inherently violent
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| We already made our casket stand
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| Trust when you’re dead
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| You wanted it so bad
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| That you didn’t see how fucked it was
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| All the pulses were a line
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| Anesthetize you waste away
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| In the city you wept a grave
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| Decay
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| Drilled to the chest
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| The amulet receives our
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| Forgotten face
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| And in its place
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| The mirror scar
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| Has grown
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| And lost its feel long ago
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| My voice is lost, inherently violent
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| We already made our casket stand
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| Trust when you’re dead
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| You wanted it so bad
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| That you didn’t see how fucked it was
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| All the pulses were a line
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| Anesthetize you waste away
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| In the city you wept a grave
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| Decay
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| You disrupt the phase
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| We can speak in opposites
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| Intersected hands decay
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| (You're always on your knees on time, always on your way out)
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| The mirror starts to fade
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| We out wait the revenant
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| (You're always on your knees on time, always on your way out)
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| Intersected eyes
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| Decay |