| You fucking tragedy: an empty shell that reeks of life untried and love denied
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| I piss on your flame burned bright and blacken those eyes devoid of sight
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| Go ahead and test the knowing look; |
| always heavy like the careless word
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| Die slowly, choked out knowing you took whatever you heard
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| It’s all the same, it’s always the same
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| Watch me wash out the image, weathered gray and grown
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| A kernel of truth in sharp talk and all the blood work I’ve known
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| Keep this to yourself this time, muzzle your belief in me
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| You were too worked over in your prime |