| Falling through the darkness, I gave to you
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| I’ll wave to you, from the toxic place I knew
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| And I’ll start again, I’ll piece together where my heart began
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| Rip apart enough, I feel like nothing in this world will ever grow as I’d
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| planned
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| Hey, grains of sand, screaming at time as they’ve met
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| Take her man, you don’t want the blood on your hands
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| Wipe from the throat, follow like the patterns off a wall
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| Baby, help me go, if I wanna to turn into a ghost
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| (I couldn’t wait for that shit, when I turn into a ghost.)
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| (Heh, when I turn into a ghost. BEXEY.)
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| I got to wait for possession, when I turn into a ghost
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| Drenched cold, drinking off the floor with that Grim Reaper clothes No,
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| I don’t need to know what was my schedule, I am unreachable, even myself is
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| unfreeable
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| I’m a dried bloodstain and I am an enemy, call the police that you saw me as a
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| ghost
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| Like Ah! |
| You was talking at the rooftop with it, you’re running away then there
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| is new blood drippin'
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| Build the spoof with a room, I’m finished
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| Switch it up in a second like
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| You love me, You love me now, make your brain numb
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| Answer the devil, he gotcha!
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| Your blood is getting tamer
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| Lose those eyes, the only way is the mouth
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| If the Lupercus heard, from his young, you is gonna shout (What?)
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| Wings early up, bad put em' back down
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| Trauma screams loud through the cracks, n' the ground
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| I got, bad ideas in my inner demon
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| Burnin' on you, baby, you don’t need to eat
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| Huntin' her like a poltergeist, I haven’t moved a inch
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| Warchief baby, what you know about it?
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| BEXEY: Tell me that you dig it
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| Both are laughing |