| It makes you feel good
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| Tastes so high
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| Creeping, numbing fingertips
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| As a vision passes through my mind
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| It takes my demands
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| And brings me to life
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| As long as I know when to bleed
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| I know my veins won’t feel denied
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| You’re the salt of the earth
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| Ascending the same
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| And know what you’re worth
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| When you suffer in the belly of the beast
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| Suffer
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| Suffer
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| When you suffer in the belly of the beast
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| Suffer
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| Suffer
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| When you suffer in the belly of the beast
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| Sensations run high
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| And apathy flows
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| A continuance of repentance
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| That cradles all indifference
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| It makes you feed
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| On chalk and gasoline
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| A synergy of ecstasy sparks fires
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| And denies relief
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| Let’s you know
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| There never was control
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| Diving in your secondary skin
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| You’re the salt of the earth
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| Ascending the same
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| And know what you’re worth
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| When you suffer in the belly of the beast
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| The tension in here
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| Is breaking the noose
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| A never ending calamity, an amnesia that buries you
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| Been there so long
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| Squeezing you tight
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| A deceptive kiss, a deathly grip
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| That deafens you to slit your wrists
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| You’re the salt of the earth
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| Ascending the same
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| And know what you’re worth
|
| When you suffer in the belly of the beast
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| Suffer
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| Suffer
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| When you suffer in the belly of the beast Suffer
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| Suffer
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| When you suffer in the belly of the beast Suffer
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| Suffer
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| When you suffer in the belly of the beast Suffer
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| Suffer
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| When you suffer in the belly of the beast |