| Fly out of my soul
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| Deities are misconstruing
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| Lost sanity, dirt under nail scratching onward
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| Pigs I wallow with, swimming in excrement
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| Will this rectify some meaning
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| Save me from myself
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| I think I’m falling
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| Into something else
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| All is Blackening
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| Dig out of this whole
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| Nothing is as what it’s seeming
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| Now seeding to sew
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| Seperating from the leading
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| I will surely die, swallowing the lie
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| Emptiness inside is seething
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| Pigs I wallow with, swimming in excrement
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| Will this rectify some meaning
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| Save me from myself
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| I think I’m falling
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| Into something else
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| Slowly Blackening
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| Somebody tell me
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| Where to find any peace of mind
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| Falling into everything I thought I’d never be
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| Back like it was before, I can’t take no more
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| Nothing in this world is ever what it seems
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| Pigs I wallow with, swimming in excrement
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| Will this rectify some meaning
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| Empty inside, swallow the lies
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| Will this recify some meaning
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| Save me from myself
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| I think I’m falling
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| Into something else
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| Life is Blackening
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| And I say
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| Bow down to the ones that carry you all the way
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| Bow down to the ones that bury you in your grave
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| Bow down to the ones that carry you all the way, all the way down
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| Bow down to the ones that that bury you in your grave
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| Down |