| Mourners in the hallway
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| Don’t turn the lights out
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| For they await the passing
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| The devil knows, he always knows
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| How to find out where we hid the lashings
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| Show him your skin
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| Show him your skin
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| He knows the scars come from within
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| Let him in
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| Man is a hollow shell
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| How easy it breaks
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| So fuck being the victim
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| You live and die by your mistakes
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| Capable fucking failures
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| We let ride, like rookies at the table
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| We let it die, alone in the fallout
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| We deserve the fate we’ve enabled
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| I am the pariah
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| I am the liar that speaks the truth
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| I am the architect
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| Sewing seeds of change that bear no fruit
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| Dust, all I taste is blood and dust
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| The fogs are smothering
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| Rust coat the kingdoms in blood and rust
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| The lands are suffering
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| Shower the world in violence
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| Shower the world in violence
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| Fuck all this false sense of security
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| Fuck all the prophets and the parasites that cling to me
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| Fuck all these selfish self-righteous hypocrisy
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| We’re nothing more than the demons in our arteries
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| Man is a hollow shell
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| How easy it breaks
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| So fuck being the victim
|
| You live and die by your mistakes
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| Capable fucking failures
|
| We let ride, like rookies at the table
|
| We let it die, alone in the fallout
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| We deserve the fate we’ve enabled
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| I am the pariah
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| I am the pariah |