| Spread out clean sheets
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| Get the mind ready for the deep sleep
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| Fade out the cold lights
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| Still, these linens feel like concrete
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| Drifting though closed eyes
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| Watching incapacities materialize
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| Like in the song, a prisoner
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| Of my own device
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| Another part of me could have been the unleashed
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| What would it be, how would it feel
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| If the ideals of self were real?
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| Is it a cure, or is it disease?
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| Would i know emptiness from peace?
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| Tracing the fears back to the start
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| Raptures to tear the world apart
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| Written in scars that never heal
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| This is the deal
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| This is the deal
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| Wake up like an undead
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| Ashes of the night swirling though my head
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| Breathless, heartless
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| Ravenous
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| RAVENOUS
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| Another part of me could have been the unleashed
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| Forever circling back to the crossroads of my dreams
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| Where twin black angels lead the way
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| What would it be, how would it feel
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| If the ideals of self were real?
|
| Is it a cure, or is it disease?
|
| Would i know emptiness from peace?
|
| Tracing the fears back to the start
|
| Raptures to tear the world apart
|
| Written in scars that never heal
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| This is the deal |