| The strands of memories spread like webs of cold
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| Along my skin I feel the frost taking its hold
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| Burning up, my insides start to freeze
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| Cannibalistic past, thoughts rife with disease
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| Come and set me free
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| Stand my ground
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| Won’t let the bastards grind me down
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| I’m bold, I’m strange
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| Won’t let their fears make me afraid
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| There’s hope, we’ll change
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| Spiders crawl across my scars at night
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| Picking at the scabs of regrets in my life
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| The darkness whispers madness as she calls my name
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| Murky faded like a fog of acid rain
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| Wash away the pain
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| I’ll stand my ground
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| Won’t let the bastards grind me down
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| I’m bold, I’m strange
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| Won’t let their fears make me afraid
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| There’s hope, we’ll change
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| The pain goes on and on
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| Under a crushing weight
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| Swearing and paralyzed
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| Upon the bed of my own hate
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| The night is never ending
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| As I struggle for control
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| Where will I find the peace of sleep inside this hole?
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| I’ll stand my ground
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| Won’t let the bastards grind me down
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| I’m bold, I’m strange
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| Won’t let their fears make me afraid
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| There’s hope, we’ll change |