| Miscalculate me… Lead astray for.
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| Pieces of you to burn and what I lead you to believe…
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| While you stick your teeth in me…
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| You’re like a machine, a never ending year.
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| You’re like a gear, that won’t stop from the fear.
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| You’re like a dream hiding in your halo.
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| I’m ready this time! |
| Blood out, Blood in, You’ll bend!
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| I have a dream!
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| That you’re all suffering in front of me.
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| The ones that did me wrong! |
| Now I’m coming! |
| Slithering!
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| I have a dream!
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| That you’re all suffering in front of me.
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| You take a shot to that head!
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| Now you see how it feels to have the venon soak within.
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| Screams engage. |
| Lead astray (I believed in you).
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| The stealth of her smell. |
| The way she use to smell.
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| (Black fingernails) Forever aiming at your innocence.
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| You’re like a machine, a never ending year.
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| You’re like a gear, that won’t stop from the fear.
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| You’re like a dream hiding in your halo.
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| I’m ready this time! |
| Blood out, Blood in, You’ll bend!
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| I have a dream!
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| That you’re all suffering in front of me.
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| The ones that did me wrong! |
| Now I’m coming! |
| Slithering!
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| I have a dream!
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| That you’re all suffering in front of me.
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| You take a shot to tha head!
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| Now you see how it feels to have the venon soak within.
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| It’s gotta get worse before it gets better.
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| Love is gone…
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| Hope has died…
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| It’s gotta get worse before it gets better.
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| I have a dream!
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| That you’re all suffering in front of me.
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| The ones that did me wrong! |
| Now I’m coming! |
| Slithering!
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| I have a dream!
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| That you’re all suffering in front of me.
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| You take a shot to tha head!
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| Now you see how it feels to have the venon soak within. |