| Embrace the doorway when everything’s fading away
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| Take a breath, take time
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| A poet to die and you’ll fall in love with a hero in the fire
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| So fuck it, fall back
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| The shore will dry up on this day
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| You’ll find the perfect lie
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| Blood ink
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| Dead end is calling
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| Tomorrow is forever away
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| They’ll never forget
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| Dead end is calling
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| Tomorrow is forever away
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| They’ll never forget
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| They’ll never forget
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| Now paint the door red
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| They’d never mistake the meaning
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| Blood ink
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| Ready to lie dead and fall in line with the number 27
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| So fucking fall back
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| The shore will dry up on this day
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| You’ll find the perfect high
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| Blood ink
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| Dead end is calling
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| Tomorrow is forever away
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| They’ll never forget
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| No brain
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| No heart
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| Just rotting legacy
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| All the little stab wounds in that ego scream lobotomy
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| So quickly it came
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| In an instant it is gone
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| The bloody trail of fame and fortune has drained that life, of that life
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| It bled you dry, bled you dry, it bled you dry
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| No push no pull
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| No crucible
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| The pandemonium is high
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| No brain
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| No heart
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| Just rotting legacy
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| All the little stab wounds in that ego scream lobotomy
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| It bled you dry, and now the sun has set
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| They’ll never forget
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| They’ll never forget
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| Tear the road in two
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| Fate won’t control you
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| Splitting soul ensues
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| Failing completion
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| Not whole
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| This world is hunting me
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| (Fate won’t control you)
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| Splitting soul ensues
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| Failing completion
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| Not whole
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| Red waves crash upon the shore of you
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| The precipice
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| White knuckle fist
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| It’s all on your side
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| So cut low, because there’s no tomorrow…
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| Oh, how your hero falls
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| The corpse will swing in all it’s glory
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| Remembering the love once shared in life, but now it’s over
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| Drink!
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| Blow!
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| Chemicals will rise so I can ease the guilt from the escape
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| So cut low!
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| Fuck!
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| Draining all the blood
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| Your hero falls!
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| It bled you dry, bled you dry
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| It bled you dry, it bled you dry, bled you dry
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| The pandemonium is high! |