| I’ve watched you all succeed
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| with the highest marks in greed
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| from my cave, where you’re displayed
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| like photographs that bleed
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| and my teeth grind names into their ivory membranes
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| I am hate everlasting with each sickly spell I’m casting.
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| I discard all feelings.
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| The stars scar my ceiling.
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| Sun, I won’t spare you. |
| Moon, I won’t spare you.
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| And my pain is mine. |
| It’s become my friend with time.
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| Chia-like it grows, watch it fester for my foes.
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| One day i’m gonna get up, get right back into the city
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| with my flamethrower mouth,
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| you bet you’re life it won’t be pretty.
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| I discard all my feelings.
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| As the stars still scar my ceiling.
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| I won’t spare you. |
| I won’t spare you.
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| Photograph, photograph, photograph.
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| Why’d you have to go and take a picture of a life like that?
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| You aren’t new enough. |
| I give up on you.
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| Look at you. |
| Pretty boy floating face down in a pond of glue.
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| You aren’t new enough. |
| We give up on all those like you.
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| I discard all feelings. |
| The stars scar my ceiling.
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| I won’t spare you. |
| I won’t spare you.
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| Won’t spare you…
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| I shall grow and grow. |
| I shall grow and grow.
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| I’ll grow. |