| Crawling the edge of my imagination
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| Sour hatred heavy on my breath
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| Rat in my belly gnawing hungry
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| Hungry for my head
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| Dusty ghost in my mind
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| Stroking ego cracked long ago
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| Cracked and broken now
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| Broken like the mind of a man feasting on the dirt and pain of a life,
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| of a life lived wrong
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| Broken like the soul of a priest whose faith is burned by the sight of the
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| famine his church feeds on
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| Cracked and broken like the hands of a clock but time, time moves on
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| However sour the lives lived long
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| There’s a hole in my heart
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| My blood slowly slips away
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| There’s a hole in my soul
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| My faith slowly slips away
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| There’s a hole in my mind
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| My sanity slowly slips away
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| There’s a hole in my world
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| My life slowly slips away
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| Crippled and sour now
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| Crippled and sour now
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| I will rot in this cage that is my heart
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| Crippled and sour now
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| I will rot in this cage that is my head
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| Crippled and sour now
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| I will rot in this cage that is my soul
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| Crippled and sour now
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| I will rot in this cage that is my world
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| My world collapse around life
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| Swimming the troubled sea of tears alive
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| Sour hatred heavy in my heart
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| Weighing me down, pulling me down
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| Restful peace awaiting me
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| Restful peace on the ocean floor
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| Crippled and sour now
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| I will rot in this cage that is my heart
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| Crippled and sour now
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| I will rot in this cage that is my head
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| Crippled and sour now
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| I will rot in this cage that is my soul
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| Crippled and sour now
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| I will rot in this cage that is my world
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| Crippled and sour now
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| I will rot in this cage that is my soul |