| It’s your fault, you tell your tales of loss
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| You clam that’s not your fault
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| But you don’t see yourself, inside your tomb
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| Your mind’s unable to solve
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| The end shall never resolve
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| Your filthy thoughts rejoice
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| In its lie…
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| Your face is covered in
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| Webs spun from words without worth
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| Entangled in my world
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| I digest my offerings
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| Your mind’s unable to solve
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| The end shall never resolve
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| Your filthy thoughts rejoice
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| In its lie…
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| Your face is covered in
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| Webs spun from words without worth
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| Entangled in my world
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| I digest my offerings
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| Lost consumed inside — madness
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| Bile, spewing forth — fountains
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| It exudes petty — failings
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| You’re so blind for too long
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| Your face is/your face is/your face is covered in
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| Webs spun from words without worth
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| Entangled in my world
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| I digest my offerings
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| It’s your fault, you tell your tales of loss
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| You clam that’s not your fault
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| But you don’t see yourself, inside your tomb
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| Inside your tomb/inside your tomb
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| Inside your…
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| Tomb…/tomb…/tomb…/tomb…/tomb…/tomb… |