| I’m on the move again through fire and ash. |
| I’ll burn
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| Myself down, then be born again. |
| I remember the
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| Coldness of being alive. |
| I want you to feel my burning
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| Death. |
| it’s COLD raw head and bloody bones COLD
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| When the chaos comes COLD being lost in this skin
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| Feels like i’m coming home to death. |
| Feels like i’m in
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| A fleshy coffin. |
| Feels like i’m coming home to death
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| Stuck in this skin I am trapped in a prison… this is
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| The pulse of a body rejecting itself. |
| Revolutionized
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| Overthrown from the inside out. |
| There’s a burning
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| Heat traveling thru me. |
| Shivers up my spine like a
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| Fevered serpentine. |
| I’m high… I’m high… Feels like
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| I’m coming home to death. |
| Feels like i’m in a fleshy
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| Coffin. |
| Feels like i’m coming home to death. |
| Stuck in
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| This skin I am trapped in a prison. |
| Force to shed my
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| Skin, i’ll peel away till there’s blood and vein and
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| Ruptured skin. |
| So low beneath the sky, Buried within
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| Myself, Underneath A silent disease that kills the life
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| In me. |
| Alive, it buries me. |
| Again and again, I pick
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| Up my pieces into one. |
| I wash my wounds clean with
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| My own blood. |
| Feels like i’m coming home to death
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| Feels like i’m in a fleshy coffin. |
| Feels like i’m coming
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| Home to death. |
| Stuck in this skin, I’m becoming |