| Shed your skin, days on years, punished by pressured time
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| When underneath, you’re balancing all this hate and selfless misconception
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| What once was full is just the husk of a deceived creature of habits
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| Black ink can’t pierce this deep
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| By your side, I watched the birds of prey bind the skies and hold in wait
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| We cannot mend what is sealed by fate
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| No future, contentment with complacency, absorbing disappointment,
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| bite the hand that feeds
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| I gave up everything to make you feel complete
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| Drenched in cold sweat from lost comfort of safety, you
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| Resonate with hatred
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| My pulse is racing in my chest
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| I lie awake to imagine pathways of escape as they disappear
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| All these words mean nothing if we fall face first (if we fall face first) from
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| running away from something that we saw coming
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| Embrace this sunset as cloak and dagger for you to cower
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| Hidden by shadow, with filthy nails of gripping cowards
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| Shed your skin
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| Refuse to be loved by yourself to grow free from villainous vines
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| Refuse love from anyone else to sever ties that have grown intertwined
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| My failing mind has been oppressed, and I lie awake to embrace a
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| Pathway of escape
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| Disappear without a trace
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| All these words mean nothing if we fall face first (if we fall face first) from
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| running away from something that we saw coming
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| Rise through the wake, sliding through the pulse of the ocean tide
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| Rise through the wake, sliding through the pulse of the ocean tide
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| Shed your skin!
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| Shed your skin, I’ve always known what’s underneath
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| Rise through the wake, or be the crashing waves
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| Rise through the wake, sliding through the pulse
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| Of the ocean tide
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| Rise through the wake, slide
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| Refuse to be loved by yourself to grow free from villainous vines
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| Refuse love from anyone else to sever ties that have grown intertwined |