| If you had a heart, I’d tear it out
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| And show you it’s black like this hole in my chest
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| If you had a soul, I’d twist it in knots
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| The leeches that fester and rot
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| I’ve never cut deeper (Salvation)
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| I’ve never bled longer (Denied)
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| I’m dead on your alter (Salvation)
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| Part of the slaughter (Denied)
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| So much of our lives wasted in misery
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| Cowering, cornered, bowing in apathy
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| Filled up with bitterness, no answers given
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| Condemned to nothingness, punishment granted
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| I’ve never cut deeper (Salvation)
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| I’ve never bled longer (Denied)
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| I’m dead on your alter (Salvation)
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| Part of the slaughter (Denied)
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| Your wasted life was a selfish choice
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| Your divisive words are now a silenced voice
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| I’m pitiless now, can’t stand to think
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| Of the countless times you questioned me
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| I’ve never cut deeper (Salvation)
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| I’ve never bled longer (Denied)
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| I’m dead on your alter (Salvation)
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| Part of the slaughter (Denied)
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| Salvation denied |