| I sleep on a cross for my madness
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| I exist within a foundation of stone
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| Encircled and smothered within bars of rust
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| It all helps me rest within a confine of serenity
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| Sealed windows and doorways feel like decrepit paintings on the walls
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| Pieces of immovable art grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust
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| An existence within a casket to bear the living
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| My humble and delusional confine
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| My humble and delusional confine
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| Pieces of immovable art grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust
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| An existence within a casket to bear the living
|
| I sleep on a cross for my madness
|
| I exist within a foundation of stone
|
| It all helps me rest within a confine of serenity
|
| Sealed windows and doorways feel like decrepit paintings on the walls
|
| Pieces of immovable art grow an everlasting flavor of neglect and dust
|
| I sleep on a cross for my madness
|
| I exist within a foundation of stone
|
| Encircled and smothered within bars of rust
|
| Smothered within bars of rust
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| Smothered within bars of rust |