| A twisted knife
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| A porcelain reflection
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| Where sorrys die
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| And my mind is the murder weapon
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| I know I could control it
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| But it’s so consuming once it’s in
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| A maniac in bilocation
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| Stretched in two different directions
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| Now I’m back inside the glass
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| And I know that the pain is coming
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| Now I’m back inside the glass
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| The regret has slithered into me
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| Now I’m back inside the glass
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| And I know that the pain is coming
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| Now I’m back inside the glass
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| Now I’m back to what I used to be
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| Manic denial
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| A speculum injection
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| A parasite
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| It swims through my intestines
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| Outward appearance can be
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| Deceptive In the
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| Process of dividing, designing
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| (Open the door
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| Open the fucking door)
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| Now I’m back inside the glass
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| And I know that the pain is coming
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| Now I’m back inside the glass
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| The regret has slithered into me
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| Now I’m back inside the glass
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| And I know that the pain is coming
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| Now I’m back inside the glass
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| Now I’m back
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| When this thing I tried to kill
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| In this redesign of self lives
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| Now I’m back inside the glass
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| And I know that the pain is coming
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| Now I’m back inside the glass
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| The regret has slithered into me
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| (Slithering
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| Into me
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| Becoming
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| Designing)
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| Slithering
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| Into me
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| Open up and let it back inside
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| Open up and let it back inside
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| Open up and let it back inside
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| Open up and let it back in
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| Now I’ve got (Refracting)
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| What I need (Shimmering)
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| It’s in me (Suffering) |