| You felt the slow-motion dream
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| You knew the consequence
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| A quick fix, you’re worry-free
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| What’s the difference?
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| A pierce of the flesh
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| You sealed her death
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| It should be you who’s not breathing
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| You felt the slow motion dream
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| You knew the consequence
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| A quick fix, you’re worry-free
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| Floating on top of the world as her soul leaves her body
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| I feel something change in me
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| You made your bed, always strung out, and ignorant
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| Living in excess only to be suppressed
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| You’d be surprised just how fast your life can turn around
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| You try to run but it’s too late to take it back now
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| You think you’ve seen it all?
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| You think you’ve seen it all?
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| You’re just in time to watch the whole thing fall
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| You’re just in time to take the fall
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| In death, solace follows
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| The final product of your mistakes
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| The dream is dead, another life laid to waste
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| In testament to your failures
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| The final product of your mistakes, another life laid to waste
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| She wasn’t a saint but you still pulled her in
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| you still held her so close to your heart
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| now you say that you weren’t involved
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| and that’s the way things ended up, it was never enough
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| Now you’re left to wander finding no solace inside a broken world
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| You’re a subject to your deceit
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| I won’t let you get the best of me
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| You’re a subject to your deceit
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| I won’t let you drag me down into your misery!
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| You say that that’s the way things ended up, it’s never enough
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| I bet it’s hard to be a father when you’re always out shooting up
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| If you ask me, I find you fucking disgusting
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| it’s not worth remorse or saving, you’re a subject to your deceit
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| If this is how you wanna live your life
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| then understand that you won’t survive
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| to see a second of peace inside this sick
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| sad world of your own design
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| Desensitized |