| We’re all just vessels possessed by curses disguised as blessings
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| You wanna get free from yourself? |
| Then maybe you’ll hear this message
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| You’re tired of faking, every bone in you is breaking
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| Waking the demons you laid to rest
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| Reality fading
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| Come and show me your life
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| You couldn’t show me anything I couldn’t show you in mine
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| So I’m saying this for the last time
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| Made of stone, line drawn in the sand
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| We’ve been building broken statues leaving blood on our hands
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| My lifestyle is wild loud, never breaking down, hanging in the shadow of a doubt
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| Never die, never burnout
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| Resurrecting demons in my dreams
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| Going down, down, down
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| I gotta bite the bullet
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| So infecting, poison in my veins
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| Going down, down, down
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| I gotta bite the bullet
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| When the words become useless
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| Conversations are foolish
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| We avoid matters of the heart
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| Ya thats what tears us apart
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| We’re always waiting for the next high contemplating
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| If this is all worth it, if there is more pages lets just turn it
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| I am, not the deepest vessel at
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| And I stand one man with the power of a nation
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| My hands, guilty for the blood of your sin
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| But I am, marked as one who’s heart is given
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| Resurrecting demons in my dreams
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| Going down, down, down
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| I gotta bite the bullet
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| So infecting, poison in my veins
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| Going down, down, down
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| I gotta bite the bullet
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| Resurrect the dead
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| Pressure you to understand who you’ve become
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| Like a sheep to the slaughter you’ll be led
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| I’m better off knowing that I’m better off dead
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| Resurrecting demons in my dreams
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| Going down, down, down
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| I gotta bite the bullet
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| So infecting, poison in my veins
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| Going down, down, down
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| I gotta bite the bullet
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| Resurrecting demons in my dreams
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| Going down, down, down
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| I gotta bite the bullet
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| So infecting, poison in my veins
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| Going down, down, down
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| I gotta bite the bullet |