| No reignition as we live to bottom dwell
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| As I sink into the floor
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| My aspirations in the bottom of a well
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| And locked behind a door
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| Blindfolded, hands tied behind my back
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| This depressant rusty chain
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| You know the feeling when the walls begin to crack?
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| Beauty of the pain
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| Black veil, you fail, no escape
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| I feed this freed dark shape
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| I seek this bleak landscape
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| Raw nerve, observe this rape
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| It’s just another theft, another sacrifice
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| Can’t you see there’s nothing left?
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| Just another cold device
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| I strip it clean with alcohol
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| And another cigarette
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| As I try to kill it all
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| But I haven’t killed one yet
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| Black veil, you fail, no escape
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| I feed this freed dark shape
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| I seek this bleak landscape
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| Raw nerve, observe this rape
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| Now I can see I was wrong
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| I found a place where I belong
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| No one will hear, save your cries
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| Embrace a final sunrise
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| Captured, we are twitching flies
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| A servant to thee, web of lies
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| I live a life of illusion
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| Corrosion of trust, mental perversion
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| Chronic condition, building a wall
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| Take your position
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| But you’ll be fine
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| Out of remission, loss of control
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| Total submission
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| Inside your mind
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| Black veil, you fail, no escape
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| I feed this freed dark shape
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| I seek this bleak landscape
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| Raw nerve, observe this rape
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| I am dead to me
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| Dead to me |