| Playing dead in the vanity of perfection
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| But your razor smile keeps ripping inside
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| Burying me alivegreed of a swine
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| You eat and whine at left remains
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| Needled times in your hands to bolt the sky
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| So I paint the tears of your cry
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| I look around, define and overthrow it all
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| Your horizon is deceiving and tall
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| Spiteful and cold
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| Taste so bitter and so old
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| Bathing in the gloss of your fatality
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| I was told to remain with you
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| Following your counterfeit god
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| Dragging me down in your blackened reality
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| The making of my insanity
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| Yet tomorrow will erase it all
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| Sorrow casts a dark phase like a fall
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| There is no more or less to find
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| Cold reflection to leave behind
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| Venus bleeding for the particles of its demise
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| Sleeping solar systems waiting to arise
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| I see your life flashing before my eyes
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| But I’ll be one with my own shadow
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| 'Cause I know it won’t lead me wrong
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| Disposable thoughts on your golden platter
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| Place where my secrets don’t belong
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| Assembling my head with your transparent world
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| And again it makes me shed my skin
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| Bleeding for your sweet little sins
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| I cannot tame the ocean of hate inside
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| Hear the preface of emptiness
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| Spelling through the bitterness
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| Yet tomorrow will erase it all
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| Sorrow casts a dark phase like a fall
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| There is no more or less to find
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| Cold reflection to leave behind
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| Yet tomorrow will erase it all
|
| Sorrow casts a dark phase like a fall
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| There is no more or less to find
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| But I’ll be one with my own shadow
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| 'Cause I know it won’t lead me wrong
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| Disposable thoughts on your golden platter
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| Place where my secrets don’t belong |