| Scraping away at the corrosive layers of regret and death
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| For a glimmer of shit is left with a dull shine
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| Further reaffirming a hope that comes with a vial of bleach
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| No longer will I bleed filth on repeat
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| I’ve encased myself inside this skin for far too long (now suffocate me)
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| Now set me apart and let me finally unfold
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| Like a blistered blossom reaching for the sun
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| Categorize me
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| Cauterize me
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| No longer will I be such a shame
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| That you hide your face from where we came
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| Categorize me
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| Cauterize me
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| Like a molten larva burning from disease
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| Silence you will take to your grave
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| Engulfed in blistering regret
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| I recoil as the heat burns away
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| My paper-thin flesh to reveal
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| Nothing inside, nothing inside
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| I am nothing but a futile sketch
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| On a canvas that’s been set aflame
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| Bleeding filth, drink the bleach, cleanse my soul
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| Feel relief as my eyes roll back
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| As my eyes go black
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| Silence you will take to your grave
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| See no more
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| Feel no more
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| All nerve endings burned away
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| Burned away
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| Silence you will take to your grave
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| Now you bleed |