| So have I put the fire out
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| Or deceived only
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| The menacing eyes sewn in
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| To follow me?
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| (Follow me)
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| (To follow me)
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| (Follow me)
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| (To follow me)
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| A fragmented, patterned skin weaves out
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| Wove into a horrific shroud
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| Brazen and silver we dug in
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| To signal the damage incoming
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| (Set on fire) We just need to know for sure
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| (Set on fire) With needles threading under burning
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| (Step on the pyre) Sleepwalking through the halls of dirt
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| (Set on fire) This fever’s rift is open
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| (This fever’s rift is open)
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| (This fever’s rift is open)
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| Centered within somber reach
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| I sense annihilation grasp my throat
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| Time (time), shape (shape)
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| Feel (feel), same/safe (same/safe)
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| Hold/warm (hold/warm), grey/space (grey/space)
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| Free me/beaming (Free me/beaming) dark
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| I alone hold the stained iron
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| On a table of suns (in a fever’s rift)
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| So I’ll embrace a metamorphic view
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| It’s just a walk between two sheltered rooms
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| (Set on fire) We just need to know for sure
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| (Set on fire) With needles threading under burning
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| (Step on the pyre) Sleepwalking through the halls of dirt
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| (Set on fire) This fever’s rift is open
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| (So have I put the fire out)
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| (Or deceived only)
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| (The menacing eyes sewn in)
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| (To follow me?) |