| Staring at the hourglass
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| My life it feels like a machine running with no direction
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| Watching time as it draws a perception obscene from a resurrection
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| Choking on reality
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| The walls of my insides they bleed from the excess incisions
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| Drawn and quartered by the monster who pulls on the strings
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| From the core of me
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| I’m dying to see what it is that is eating away at me
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| Now the stars are the sun in my world
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| They burn from the inside out
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| Ice cold in the flames burning all around
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| So blind to the beauty of sleep
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| It feels like the walls are melting, freezing into me
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| Have I lost track of time?
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| Yeah!
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| Why can’t I feel the burn?
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| Staring at the hourglass
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| My life it feels like a machine running with no direction
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| Drawn and quartered by the monster who pulls on the strings
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| In my resurrection
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| (Yeah!) Whoa, yeah I’m dying to see what it is that is eating away at me
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| Now the stars are the sun in my world
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| They burn from the inside out
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| Whoa, yeah I’m dying to see what it is that is eating away at me
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| Now the stars are the sun in my world
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| They burn from the inside out (inside out)
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| When the frustration makes a move
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| The second hand will swallow you
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| It’s tearing a hole inside
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| I’m buried alive
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| The smell of flesh is seeping into my range
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| Thrashing, hoping for a better way
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| The push, the pull
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| It’s tearing apart my will to thrive in the day
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| Pins and needles jabbing into my veins
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| On the verge of losing sanity
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| The beast tears and I can’t do a thing about it
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| Whoa, yeah I’m dying to see what it is that is eating away at me
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| Now the stars are the sun in my world
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| They burn from the inside out
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| Fuck me, I am dying for sleep
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| What exactly is eating away at me?
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| Now the stars are the sun in my world
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| They burn from the inside out |