| Giants, have revealed our true selves.
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| Checkerboard mistresses
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| Is this what you always wanted?
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| Phallic blades
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| for a new death washing away our clones.
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| Addressing the ones that already know.
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| I’m breaking out of this place
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| With an unwavered pressure and a world of time.
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| I’ve lost patience
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| This stories departure
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| Soft clear cuts, self-loathing will win
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| Crimson tumor, an abandoned dark seeded day.
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| You’ll be hopeless.
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| The inevitable.
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| This is a glimpse of what you’ve become
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| This is a glimpse of what you’ve become
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| A blessing to puncture a lung
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| This is your war.
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| End of silent day
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| Just give her a moment to ruin your night-
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| mare’s scorching I’m losing control. |
| Absent respect
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| I’d rather be alone.
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| You wouldn’t want to understand I’m locked inside a cavity.
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| I Just can’t sit back.
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| The writings are encrypted, bone yards for the thirsty.
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| The more you try to forget
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| The more it seems to appear
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| The more you try to forget
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| The more it seems to appear.
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| Fractured the earth, with shark fins and dark clouds.
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| Oh the rain has never been, so acidic.
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| Like fists pressed along, batteries raised
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| From the last season.
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| But not forgotten
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| Now foaming at the mouth,
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| These painless substances.
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| Shriek down hallways
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| From wall to wall,
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| till it’s on the tip of every tongue. |