| Slip passed the first way we went about
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| Deciding the exact moment
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| When faith became doubt
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| Killing fields are open again, or so they
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| Tell me and so they kill me
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| Each night a new death to celebrate the blood
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| Violence over silence or so they tell me
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| But I wouldn’t have it the same way you buy and sell me
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| Slash and slander marks a name in this game
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| And «it's only letters», she tells me
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| «Only letters that I’ve thrown away»
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| Heart stop motion, cardiac silence
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| For a handful of notions
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| Tangle the cord itself, tied back to avoid the burn
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| Strangle the hordes yourself
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| No way I’ll feel you and never learn
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| Giving up, giving in, slipping up on trying once again
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| Trimmed and tethered all around
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| The last call to appease you all
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| We drink from the same glass
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| A courage unforeseen yet deeply suspended
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| Opportunity to even the score once more extended
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| Take from me as you will, force fed failures moving inward still |