| I won’t bleed you another line
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| Darkness divine
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| Excised from history,
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| Didn’t deserve a damn thing done to me
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| A life without a face is no life at all,
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| So either take off your mask,
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| Or sew a new smile on,
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| If idle hands do the devils work,
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| Then Hell is upon us all
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| The difference between
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| You and me
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| Is that you will die
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| With no legacy
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| Blood is in my lungs and spiders rest inside my mouth
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| Dust makes up my bones and my feet grow into the ground
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| Hate is in my fingernails and snakes are in my veins
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| Your life is in my hands and I will strangle it away
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| Burn all that burns you
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| The bigger picture soaked in kerosene
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| And lit up right in front of your eyes
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| What exactly do you surmise?
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| A life without a face is no life at all,
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| So either take off your mask,
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| Or sew a new smile on,
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| If idle hands do the devils work,
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| Then Hell is upon us all
|
| The difference between
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| You and me
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| Is that you will die
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| With no legacy
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| A shattered slave, downcast and depraved
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| A name on a grave is all you’ll ever be
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| Blood is in my lungs and spiders rest inside my mouth
|
| Dust makes up my bones and my feet grow into the ground
|
| Hate is in my fingernails and snakes are in my veins
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| Your life is in my hands and I will strangle it away
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| The earth cracks under
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| The weight of your failure,
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| You’ll feel me inside
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| When you pray to die
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| The difference between
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| You and me
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| Is that you will die
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| With no legacy
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| A shattered slave, downcast and depraved
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| A name on a grave is all you’ll ever be |