| I’ve saved a drop of blood for when I truly need it most
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| To be distributed among the parasites
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| I’ve saved a drop of blood for when I truly need it most
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| To be exchanged for a purer form of pain
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| My ribcage will replace a ladder’s rungs
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| Leading me towards the ceiling of my curse
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| As the earth falls upward from the ground
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| Where I collapse in sunken skies
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| I am but one man
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| And the sorrow I have salvaged won’t sustain
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| Murder me in the silence I have lived in
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| My fingernails won’t hold a torch that mirrors my reflection
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| Murder me in the silence I have lived in
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| No trace of tension could coerce the composition from my skull
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| Like a currency reserved for skeletons
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| I will deny a high regard
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| Sick to my stomach at the distance to the ground
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| My ribcage will replace a ladder’s rungs
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| Leading you towards the depth of my despair
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| We collapse inside the walls that close before us
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| Murder me in the silence I have lived in
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| A fabrication to appease the ones who suffer
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| Don’t call me your protector
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| I couldn’t keep myself from caving in
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| Don’t call me your protector
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| A war against myself I’ll never win
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| I’ve saved a drop of blood for when I truly need it most
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| To be distributed among the parasites
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| I’ve saved a drop of blood for when I truly need it most
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| To be exchanged for a purer form of pain |