| So you kissed and now you won’t tell
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| Judge and jury
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| The noose of adultery
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| Change this attitude towards the weak
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| All hope dies, don’t say it twice
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| Unstable event for a razor’s kiss
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| Slice marks that engage this act
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| Appearance of time
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| To forget about these wounds
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| Standing on broken legs
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| Loaded gun next to the only picture of you
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| The only one with your face scratched out
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| Love has no love for itself
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| Burnt hands from this rope of struggle
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| Pain of ambition broke these morals
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| This stage of tolerance with faith in others
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| A limber state that leaves one open
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| Whispering mouths join for a final scream
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| This is when I feel like dying
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| Uncondition can be felt as it comes to a close
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| In that hallow part of a stressed head
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| Reborn disgust from these years that seem lost
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| In this death of friendship an enemy is born
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| Open words of humiliation, this moment of silence breached
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| Altercations of this denial, the last cycle in love
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| This friendship birthed from addicting means
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| Growing death of a trusted alliance
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| Everything loyal into nothing
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| An apology that got the best of me
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| The things we do for trust in another
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| Theories come the end of raging laughter
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| Linking ideas to this fear of the end
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| Concieve this day of blood
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| The new beginning |