| Hands of hesitation intersect and leave me dead
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| Sharpening their edges inches from my neck
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| Inhaling the uncertainty that hangs above my head
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| With portraits of my death carved into my chest
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| Running without feeling in our legs
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| We don’t appreciate the cuts that we’ve collected
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| Drifting through a swarm of thorns
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| As our agony reminds us these scars were self-inflicted
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| I’ll give you every second until I’m gone
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| I hate it here and never want to leave
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| I hoped this flame would burn forever
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| And I’ll give you every second until I’m gone
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| Staring in the face of my own fate
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| I hate it here and never want to leave
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| The imprints I have left will surely fade
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| But the memories remind us we shared the same pain
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| I’ll give you every second until I’m gone
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| I hate it here and never want to leave
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| I hoped this flame would burn forever
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| And I’ll give you every second until I’m gone
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| Staring in the face of my own fate
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| I hate it here and never want to leave
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| I will incinerate myself
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| In my own circle of hell
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| A blind world won’t read my lips
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| Though it might hear my faint farewell
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| I will incinerate myself
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| In my own circle of hell
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| A blind world won’t read my lips
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| Though it might hear my faint farewell
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| All living things will starve
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| Cradled in complacency
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| Content inside the coffin I’ve created
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| I hate it here and never want to leave |