| I’m still stitching up the stabs you left,
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| Weaving in and out slowly.
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| I grow accustomed to the piercing flesh,
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| And find evil in the holy.
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| And still, I see the line
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| Between the stars, your scars, and mine.
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| And as this coarse thread pulls,
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| I feel the veins of the frozen.
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| Stay in coma —
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| It’s the only defense we have left.
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| Stay in coma —
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| It’s the only defense we have left.
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| A bad decision leaves me open and
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| I’m left here shuttered for days.
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| If I could replay the words we said,
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| I’d see you all amazed.
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| And still it’s not enough —
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| Save yourself and demonize us.
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| And as your curtain draws,
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| They see the tears of the fallen.
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| Stay in coma —
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| It’s the only defense we have left.
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| Stay in coma —
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| It’s the only defense we have left.
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| Stay in coma —
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| It’s the only defense we have left.
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| Stay in coma.
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| It’s the only defense we have left.
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| We have left…
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| I’m not taking the fall for a spineless puppet.
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| You play quiet,
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| And I won’t fight it.
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| Stay in coma —
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| It’s the only defense we have left.
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| Stay in coma —
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| It’s the only defense we have left.
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| Stay in coma —
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| It’s the only defense we have left.
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| Stay in coma —
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| It’s the only defense we have left.
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| We have left… |