| This is the worst of wounds
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| My soul blisters like your skin
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| This is a call to arms
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| Knives have started sharpening themselves
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| I’ve told you this before
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| Boards and nails won’t stop the flames
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| Your looks will scorch the earth
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| As if to say that you are mine again
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| This is my taped confession
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| My nervous voice will hurt us all the same
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| Remind me of nothing
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| Corpse charades
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| Dare you speak my name
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| Re-dress bullet holes
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| Your medicine is useless
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| Isolation necessity
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| Nothing cleanses quite like fire
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| Nothing cleanses quite like fire
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| Don’t scream
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| Your worthless calls will draw attention
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| To Me
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| I’ll make you mine
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| Don’t scream
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| Your story’s marred with bad intentions
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| For me
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| I’ll make you mine
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| Look at me
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| Lie to me
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| Honestly?
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| We’re enemies
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| Taste the color red blood like prison wine
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| Know these awful things
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| You don’t have much time
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| Burning
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| Your cold heart is burning
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| Your whole world is burning
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| All the kids are burning
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| Your whole world is burning
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| Your cold heart is burning
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| Your whole world is burning
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| All the kids are burning
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| Your whole world is burning now
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| Nothing cleanses quite like fire
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| You’ll bleed
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| It’s hacking at your guilty conscience
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| You’ll see
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| I’ll make you mine
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| Don’t scream
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| Your worthless calls will draw attention
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| To Me
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| I’ll make you mine
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| I’ve got to let you know
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| Infection overgrown
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| If they could see you now
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| Your thoughts are leaking out
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| We’ve got to let them know
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| Our skin is growing old
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| Brush the dust off from your soul
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| Yours and mine were bought and sold
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| Look at me
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| Lie to me
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| Honestly?
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| We’re enemies
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| Teenage obsessions
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| Taped confessions
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| These will hurt us all the same
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| Have you tasted poison like this
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| Dare you speak my name |