| Tune out the noise of swan songs
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| That savior the passing of scarlets
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| Red and black on chemical romance
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| Rush the danger in a silhouette
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| Carve away the image possession
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| Private portal to each unnamed
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| Radiant — suspicious irony drowned deep in territorial pissings
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| My eyes are fixed on the grace of innocence
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| Disdained hunger tastes the gift of fatal pleasure
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| Just a cynic in a downpour of sentimental
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| Shedding these vows to the flesh of
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| Sweat soaked monuments
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| That just fall apart
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| Joyless devotionals spreading truth through the lips of liars
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| Faith and its' lore twine to mark their sacrifice
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| Seizing answers through the echoes of conversation
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| Sewn shut to replace myself in harms way
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| Land slides of life times smother each perfect likeness
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| Those sterling makeovers dance their mystery to blend
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| Each repulse and flourish persuading with flawless savagery
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| That only the lonely can understand
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| Panic — let it rain on me
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| Each so irresistible and deadly
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| They are the muses of existence
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| Swelling outcry pricks the crest of moral judgement
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| Infection taunts the heat of appetite
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| Intoxicating her thin veil of elegance
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| Separates the distance to tranquility
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| But never lets you in
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| Such a sight for deserted eyes and they’ll never let you in |