| How lonely you lay there, outside of the den
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| Yet you pray for resurrection, and the scents of stigmata
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| It’s pitiful the words you speak, so I’ll spit at you that much harder
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| I am a lion, share your world with me
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| Thief, pariah. |
| Let us learn to live again
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| Thief, pariah, learn to live again, let us live and love again
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| How do we scale emotion? |
| And satisfy our thirst?
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| It isn’t by the blood, but I keep clawing to her center
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| Loneliness will fill that pit up
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| Do you reminisce with colour and canvas?
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| Or have you left those thoughts and left that life behind
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| Just wait, all of us will see her end
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| Just rest your tired feet, all of us will see her end
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| Learn to live again |