| The pest in the eyes of death follows us
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| Through the dirty streets of blood
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| It begins to eat inside us, decaying our bones
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| How will we escape if the void covers our lungs?
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| We are buried in the spewed trash for ourselves
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| Blood, pain — nothing to say
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| Why then must we die?
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| Escape to the void
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| Escape to the void
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| I look at my face on the other side of the mirror
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| My face falls down in pieces full of worms
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| I burst my rotten heart with my own hands
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| I’m dying and I can’t help myself
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| Blood, pain — nothing to say
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| Why then must we die?
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| What have I been running from?
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| I’m not guilty
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| You’ve shown me the worst way
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| 'Cause you’re my victim, the next one
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| The pest in the eyes of death follows us
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| Through the dirty streets of blood
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| It begins to eat inside us, decaying our bones
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| How will we escape if the void covers our lungs?
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| We are buried in the spewed trash for ourselves
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| Blood, pain — nothing to say
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| Why then must we die?
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| Escape to the void
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| Escape to the void |