| To defend the head — the first lesson I ever learned
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| The scarring of the mind stretched across hours
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| Like novocaine’s taste as it wears to reveal
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| The only thing which tastes better as it sours
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| A man torn in half and a beast which obsesses on giving out what is deserved
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| The urge to defend and the lust to destroy — two masters which no man can serve
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| Those whom fate would destroy it first makes mad
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| With me forever, the beast which helped me survive
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| Emerging like a parasite to defend its host
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| Like a living nightmare walking with death on my side
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| A man torn in half and a beast which obsesses on giving out what is deserved
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| The urge to defend and the lust to destroy — two masters which no man can serve
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| No man can serve two masters |