| A semblance of truth, this semblance of me
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| Strikes such a chord, it deafens my ears
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| Keep your head on, collect yourself
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| It’s all I can do to assemble myself
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| The hooks act quick, the barbs dig deep
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| With eagerness as the sickle reaps
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| I feel blood feathers, spike their way
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| The young buds shoot, with fresh new blades
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| A terrible thing, this terrible love
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| It’s all that I have, it’s all that I am
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| Let the knives out, hidden within
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| I’ll wash you away with all of my sins
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| The hooks act quick, the barbs dig deep
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| With eagerness as the sickle reaps
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| I feel blood feathers, spike their way
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| The young buds shoot, with fresh new blades |