| Watching from the bottom of a strangers mind
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| Vicarious life, chemical divide
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| The epidemic of our time
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| A voluntary genocide
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| He’s wielding a needle, it’s laced with ambition
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| Set on finding forever or blacking out the friction
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| She’s clutching a bottle — conscripted prescription
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| Deaf to my dissent, void of all volition
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| Injecting fire straight into the veins
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| Nothing will cauterize the wound where I remain
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| Ingesting tiny stars one by one
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| One by one, I come undone
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| Passenger to my own life
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| Trapped inside, fastened to the vice
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| Fading out, fading away
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| Burning in a bliss you can’t sustain
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| Am I a hedonist or solipsist?
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| Barbiturate tourniquets drip, drip
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| A sycophant’s sea of delusion
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| Drowning in an empty conclusion
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| Come shoot me up into the night
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| Blood moon: the shadow in my skin
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| The window of my soul was sealed, but I’ll still let you in
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| Blood moon: shiver through my mind
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| Only the need is real, feel whatever I can to make sure I can’t feel
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| All the hell in my veins can’t dissipate the pain
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| All the hell in my veins won’t wash away your face
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| So let us go then, you and I
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| Watch the sky drift into sleep, etherized
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| Collapsing stars, condemned to their cosmic graves
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| Bleeding light for the gain of some far off race
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| The fog hangs like thieves, there must be guilt in these streets
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| Place your hand on my wrist, it’s not like we’ll be missed
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| Do I dare shake the need from our skin?
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| Do I dare rattle the rust, corroding me from within?
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| The lechery, the treachery, oh come, Love, sit next to me
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| This anatomy is built like tragedy
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| Don’t you know me by these scars? |
| These marks where I are?
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| I mean I am, I mean I was, I was supposed to be someone (8)
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| Blood moon: the shadow in my skin
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| The window of my soul was sealed, but I’ll still let you in
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| Blood moon: shiver through my mind
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| Only the need is real, feel whatever I can to make sure I can’t feel
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| Every fix is a prayer
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| Every high a sacrifice
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| We worship desire at the altar of dependence
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| I hit the bottom, then it hit me back
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| Incarnation of society
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| «The face of evil is the face of need» |