| You are branded, tainted soul without hope
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| You are the worm that crawls inside in my blood
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| You’re the sickness of my bones
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| You are like acid in my veins, like a curse
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| You’re the hope left behind
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| You’re the hole in my head
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| You’re the hope left behind
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| You’re the hole in my head, my head, my head
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| What you are
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| You’re the black upon white never grey
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| What you change
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| Is a prayer that turns into prey
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| What you do
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| Brings our wisdom for life never lived
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| Everything turns into dust in your hands
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| You are all time that’s gone to waste, no return
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| You are the habit that will lead from your fear
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| You’re the sickness of my bones
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| You are a chain of weakest links with my shame
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| You’re the hope left behind
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| You’re the noose around my neck
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| You’re the hope left behind
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| You’re the noose around my neck, my neck, my neck
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| What you are
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| You’re the black upon white never grey
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| What you change
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| Is a prayer that turns into prey
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| What you do
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| Brings our wisdom for life never lived
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| Everything turns into dust in your hands
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| What you are
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| You’re the black upon white never grey
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| What you change
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| Is a prayer that turns into prey
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| What you do
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| Brings our wisdom for life never lived
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| Everything turns into dust in your hands |