| Without a word, without a trace you fucking vanished
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| As if yesterday you hadn’t felt the venom dripping down on your face
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| So if you think there’s ever gonna be a reason good enough for you to say
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| you’ll never walk away again — save it, you faked it
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| And now the regulators are coming to collect
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| You wasted too much of my fucking time
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| & with this blade our fates will be forever intertwined
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| Injecting strychnine to cloud nine, I’m not fine
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| This entire world is Saturnine
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| Perched atop the Doomspire, I wait in silence
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| Blissful, your heart at my side
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| The heart that won me over, still winning — albeit, not beating
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| This is the world in a broken mirror, the reflection of a streetlight in the
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| gravel on a winter night
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| Forever goodbye, forever tonight, I’ll see you forever in the soul you severed
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| This hub just doesn’t have a world that’s far enough away from you
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| If I could run then I would run myself into the fucking sun
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| Run, away from all the photos and the trinkets and mementos and the smiles you
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| malignant living lie
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| The twilight butterflies set aflame and choking in the name of love
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| You never asked if I would be okay
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| I drowned & sunk straight to the pit of the Suffering Bay
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| To your dismay, dreams betray, looks decay, worthless souls they always fade
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| away
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| Perched atop the Doomspire, I wait in silence
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| Blissful, your heart at my side
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| The heart that won me over, still winning — albeit, not beating
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| This is the world in a broken mirror, the reflection of a streetlight in the
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| gravel on a winter night
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| Forever goodbye, forever tonight, I’ll see you forever in the soul you severed
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| The scars are in a time that I can’t recreate
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| The hate is boiling and I couldn’t deviate the truth — it’s here and I will
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| show it to you now
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| Sleep sound, deep underground
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| Sleep sound, deep underground
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| Perched atop the Doomspire, I wait in silence
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| Blissful, your heart at my side
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| The heart that won me over, still winning — albeit, not beating
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| This is the world in a broken mirror, the reflection of a streetlight in the
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| gravel on a winter night
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| Forever goodbye, forever tonight, I’ll see you forever in the soul you severed |