| Stand in the path of obliteration
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| I crawl in my own skin
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| All that I see is over and over
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| The walls are caving in
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| You will never see it, but it never goes away
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| Breaking the spirit, breaking the will
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| It’s hunting easy prey
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| Hiding in salvation, hiding in plain sight
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| Take the side of demons, or angels in flight
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| I choose to dwell in insanity so I never feel alone
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| And I can find a hell to call my home
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| Cry to your maker, cry to your god, 'cause it is never done
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| Who is your savior? |
| Who will you be?
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| Nothing, nowhere, no one
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| Calling out in silence, dying piece by piece
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| Lashing out in darkness to pray for this release
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| I’m cutting through the marrow
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| And I’m swallowing the pain
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| And I’m swallowing the poison
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| That’s been coursing through my veins
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| Blinded by sedation, paralyzed and numb
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| Floating like an empty shell with embryonic scum
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| A razor sharp incision, I don’t have a choice
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| Death becomes religion
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| Death becomes the voice
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| I choose to dwell in insanity so I never feel alone
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| And I can find a hell to call my home
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| Cry to your maker, cry to your god, 'cause it is never done
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| Who is your savior? |
| Who will you be?
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| Nothing, nowhere, no one
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| Nothing, nowhere, no one
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| We bleed as we crawl, we die where we fall
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| We fall
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| Offering your souls
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| Bring us to the surface, killing one by one
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| Choose another shelter from burning in the sun
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| The razor sharp incision, I never had a choice
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| Death is my religion
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| Death becomes my voice
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| I choose to dwell in insanity so I never feel alone
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| And I can find a hell to call my home
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| Cry to your maker, cry to your god, 'cause it is never done
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| Who is your savior? |
| Who will you be?
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| Nothing, nowhere, no one |